It's easy to forget about the fact that my kids are still adjusting. Until something happens that is out of the normal routine, and then it all comes back.
This morning a friend came over with his son to do some restoration on my well house. All three of us were working on it, and I came to the house for some tools, and the son walked up to help me. He is very good with the animals, and Jazi, who really likes him, ran to greet him, as did Joey. Max and Sam were a bit more standoffish, as is usual, but didn't run away. I didn't expect Lolita to be skittish. She is just so happy-go-lucky that I didn't expect a problem. But she went scampering backward (a funny sight!) and scurried into the house.
Later, he came to the house again, and I picked her up, handed her to him so she could get over it. She was cautiously looking at him as he held her, and he commented that she was shaking. I remembered how she shook when I first picked her up. And it dawned on me that she was probably very afraid that she was going with him, away from this house. After all, this little doll has been in four homes in the last 2-3 weeks. She went from her previous home to two foster homes, then to mine just 8 days ago! Poor little girl!
Garrett held her a few minutes, then put her down. She stayed closer to him, didn't bark at him after that and didn't appear afraid, but she was still cautious. We still have a way to go, and I need to remember that although she acts like a pretty normal little pup, she has some healing to do, as well.