Friday morning we returned to the kennel to pick up the girls and bring them back here. They traveled well, with Gertie taking constant interest in the potential to jump up front and see better while Della hunkered down and bided her time.
We chose these names because of our enjoyment of the Perry Mason TV series. We've been collecting DVDs of that series and have eight of its nine years on hand. Della Street is Perry's legal secretary. Gertie is the receptionist in the outer office.
Kathy had ordered crates for the puppies so that they could sleep in our bedroom without getting into the million varieties of puppy trouble while we slept. Puppies of all varieties take lots of attention and vigilance, but poodles distinguish themselves by a trickster trait. They are so smart they need to invent games that involve blitz-theft.
The kitchen is proving to be a very interesting place. The door they use to go in and out is there. Their food and water is there. Even more interesting, there are dish towels, hand towels, and many counters at a good height for thievery. Gertie-with-the-big-white-patch is measuring the distance to my banana peel this morning. Too far, alas! OFF!
This is Della, smaller of build, with a smaller white patch, looking for another fun opportunity.
This is Gertie, trying out her "who, me?" expression after a minor transgression, such as testing the dining room seat cushions for chewability. We've given them chew toys, which are the hit of the party, briefly, until other things come to mind.
Neither likes the nose leads we use instead of "choker chains" or leather collars. After two days of trying to rub them off while we go "walkies," they are figuring out that heeling in the perfect position results in no bothersome tension on the loop around the snout. They are adapting to what feels best, and I am heaping praise on them in my baritenor range, "GOOD GIRL!"
I am sure they will easily learn the Latin names of all our plants in the coming months.