Marlowe

Marlowe is calm in a way that surprises people. She walked into our house at eight weeks old, sniffed the mat, looked at both kids, and fell asleep on the kitchen floor. That wasn't luck. That was temperament. But it's also something we've built on every day since.

She's curious without being frantic. She'll investigate everything in a new room, but she doesn't panic when something surprises her. She checks in with us constantly. Eye contact, a glance, a return to our feet. That's attachment forming in real time.

She loves: frozen lick mats, the boys' socks (unfortunately), morning sniffs in the garden, being held like a baby (Rebecca's fault), and the specific spot under Lee's desk where a patch of sun hits the floor around 2 PM.

She is not perfect. She still mouths when she's overtired. She sometimes ignores recall when there's another dog. She ate half a crayon last week. She is a puppy. That's the whole point.