
She was curious, but I think she knew what was coming.
Overall, it wasn't as bad as I thought. She was fairly agreeable.

But she has the weepy dog look down. Serious puppy eyes.
Initially, she was scared of my hair dryer. She'd see it and run away, but Erik used it on her and it seemed to work OK. Now, when I'm drying my hair, she'll come in and stand under me and let me blow it on her a little. As long as it doesn't go into her face, we're all good.
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