Immediately, Lucy started to show signs of Scottitude by promptly arooing at me.  It didn’t seem like a “Glad to meet you” and I was powerless to acknowledge it with an appropriate salutation as my ZOH (Zone of Hostility, before mentioned borrowed term) was still constrained. Life settled into a puppy routine of sleep, eat, poop, and play which suited me as I was a puppy too. It would still be a time before we engaged in play together as Mom referred to me as “wild” and wanted Lucy able to hold her own. The parenting mistake compounded…~ Indy