This morning, her head was up, she was wagging, and she's been around the back yard a few times, checking things out. She's keeping an eye on me (I'm working from home today, never adopt a dog and then go away and lock it up alone for ten hours).
I've rescued Kate's knitting once, but only once.
Buddy has taken over 'her' kennel, the shite. She doesn't seem to mind flopping on the rug.
So far, so good.