We brought home our little furball on August 12. The first few weeks were rough. She was still learning to do her business on the puppy pads and she antagonized Curly by biting his tail and jumping at his face. Our home had a chorus of growling and, "Oh damn! She peed and pooped again!"  Every time we let her out in the backyard we thought she might get out or killed by a hawk. We no longer worry about her getting out. She loves her boys and just wants to be with us.