Day Seven at the new home

Gretel has established that she is the boss.  She may be little but she sure is tough.  It took five days to put that altered male black and tan coon hound in his (it's) but It sure happened last night. The other dog-a cowering furball of a mixed breed sheltie all black--is so timid--except for the vacant stare.  The humans here are another matter.  Gretel still jumps all over him and slobbers, so Gretel still gets her way.  Don't like sleeping in the carrier is just plain gouche and And I still prefer human food.  The catfood on the bathroom sink is great--I only can get to it when the cat accidentally pushes the dish forward on the ledge.  Remember I am vertically challenged.