Evelyn advises me she has already begun her chewing stage. On her bedroom slippers.
We counterbalance that with the fact that both Evelyn and I were awakened several times last night by puppy kisses. A rather pleasant experience that have way too long been absent in my life.
True to form, however, I'm the dog guy. Evelyn's the cat person. So, naturally, the dog is gravitating toward Evelyn rather than me. She is one of those folks who must emit pheromes that tell animals "this person is special." Cats, dogs, people . . . most anything that breathes seems to take to Evelyn right away.
With me, it takes a little longer.