We are again watching my father-in-law's dog, Mattie. She's on a roll already. She'd been here no more than 15 minutes before she pooped on the carpet in the living room (after being allowed outside to go potty when she arrived). The next day (yesterday) she attacked Moose and left a puncture wound in his eyebrow. He's a lot bigger than she is, and she's old and arthritic. If he wanted to, he could have done a lot of damage, but instead he only growled and rolled to try to get away from her. Flash forward to last night/this morning when Tony had to run downstairs to investigate a grating noise. It was Mattie, chewing up our brand new garbage can trying to get at leftovers. She will not be staying with us in the future.
On a good note, Penelope's babies are all fat and doing well. Even the runt has a fat little tummy.