With my transition back to sports (and mostly nights) after 15 months in news, Juneau is a happy dog. I am now be with her most days. Her clock is messed up, though. I usually get home around 2 a.m. Juneau greets me at the door wired for a sprint. I try to calm her so the rest of the house doesn't wake up. I take her out in the yard for a few minutes, then sit with her for an hour in the living room until she settles down. I get to bed around 3 a.m. She licks my face around 7 a.m. wanting to go out. (Master Dave is getting tired.) I take her to a playground near my house for 15 minutes, then go back to bed until 10 a.m. I then take Juneau for a hike in Middlesex Fells. The dog is doing fine. At this rate, though, I will collapse in a month.
(I will post updated pictures of Juneau within the next day or two. I'm trying to get my son Matt to take a picture of me holding Juneau, so everyone can see how much she has grown. She is about 14-months old, and yes, still terrified of Matt.)