We've now had Molly home for a week. Life is pretty different. All of our days are sponsored by the word, "NO," as we try and train her to NOT put everything she sees in her mouth. She's 12 weeks old, which is much older than G was when we brought him home at 7 weeks. Some things are easier - she's already been started on crate training, so she doesn't cry throughout the entire night. She'll whimper for a few minutes, but then goes to sleep. It also means that she can go a little longer without needing to go outside, so I'm not stressed about going to the gym and running to the store and her having an accident in her crate after being left in there for 2 hours. She had a few accidents in the house the first couple of days, but now I think she's learned how to tell us that she needs to go out.
However, she's totally different than Graham was. Graham was pretty quiet and timid about exploring his new environment, and while he gets excited when people come in the house, he's generally pretty laid-back. And he's always been shy around other dogs. Molly is the opposite. She is fearless and funny and brave. She's already been caught leaping off the back of the couch, although she has stopped trying to climb the Christmas tree. She has no problem running up to Graham and taking a toy right out of his mouth. She'll growl and bark at him if he tries to get it back, which he is doing more and more. So much of this past week has been playing referee as they learn how to coexist. We can tell that they already love each other, though. If Graham goes outside, Molly will run around and look for him. And when we crate Molly, Graham will lay down in the dining room and watch the crate. Tails have been wagging nonstop.
All in all, I think it was the right decision for us, and I'm starting to realize that there is no perfect time to bring another dog home. But when I saw Molly for the first time, I knew. She was the one. Our family is complete.