Love. This. Dog.

Willamina and I have been to the vet. She was poked and prodded and had her boobs smashed in a big machine. Oh wait, no that was me. Well, she was poked and prodded anyway. And she was WONDERFUL throughout the whole experience.

She's now had all her puppy shots, except one last booster and has a microchip. The first day she was here she laid down in a hollow to take a nap. I couldn't find her and nearly had a heart attack, I thought she was gone. After that the microchip seemed like a very good idea. Great Pyrenees are known to want to claim whatever territory they can see. Eventually our four foot fence could be nothing but a small hurdle for her. I want make sure we have a chance at getting her back if she decides to claim the wild west.

The Golden Girls aren't particularly thrilled with her presence yet. I don't think they understand that she's here to protect them. It's pretty funny to watch the girls stomp their hooves in an attempt to warn Willa off. I'm sure they think they're all mean and scary looking when they do that. If they were more than two foot tall it might work. But given they're just little Shetlands, yeah, not so scary. Willa just looks at them with a puzzled look as if she's thinking "Whatever."

She is showing great guardian instincts already even though she's still a baby. A 36 pound baby, but a baby none the less. She whines a little bit at bedtime, but I would too if I was taken from my litter mate and stuck with a bunch of freaky-looking, foot-stomping sheep that don't seem to like me very much.