Rubi is indeed here now, and so far she's doing quite well. Some of the cats are indifferent, some are slightly suspicious, and one is a little miffed (Murray, cow cat in picture) but made attempts at playing ball with her today. My biggest concern is the whole toddler and puppy thing. Ray is really jealous of Rubi, which makes me feel awful. Generally I'm much more fond of adult animals than baby ones (confession: I am impatient) but luckily Greg is more patient than I am.
I haven't had a dog since I was a kid, so this whole crate training thing is a bit mystical. Those in the know--please educate me. Last night we were spending way too much time intellectualizing Rubi's every sniff and wiggle, and synthesizing all of the housebreaking articles we've read. Greg took her out a zillion times and she didn't go. Gabi and I got her to tee tee outside today, which was great, but then she went in her crate when we got back. I am not going to take it personally.
Cats and dogs sure are different. Rubi totally follows me around and wants to know where I am. It's kind of scary and stalkerish! But we have had many sappy, sentimental "a girl and her small hound" moments today, so it's all good.