Dad took a quick photo after I arrived at my new home. That first night I was frightened and hid in a corner behind a bed. Dad slept on the bed above me so that I'd know I was not alone. The next night I slept beside him and wrapped my forepaws around his leg. In the days and weeks that followed, either dad or mom slept with me every night and sometimes argued a bit about who would sleep with me that night. So we all formed a deep bond.