That look just says it all, doesn't it?
One of Charlotte's favorite things about our trip to Georgia was all the animals she met, though I don't think the animals felt the same way about her. Charlotte met Shelly, Uncle Lawson and Aunt Helen's dog, on the way home from the airport. At first Charlotte was a little intimidated by Shelly running around, but the tables were eventually turned and it was Shelly that had to keep an eye out for Charlotte--see the eye below.
Charlotte squealing in delight
Charlotte being nice, though I'm sure Shelly would have preferred to just be left along while eating her bone. Note Charlotte's sweaty hairdo.
Footy is 1 cat that's allowed in the house. He's not the brightest bulb in the box, but he at least had enough brains to take one look at Charlotte and go running the other direction. He found the perfect hiding place behind the little couch in the sun room.
First Charlotte tried to squeeze behind the couch.
After reassessing the situation, she decided for an under-the-couch approach.
But her head was too big to squeeze through.
Tears upon succumbing to defeat.
Later, trying to push through the door to get at Footy once he escaped outside.
I didn't realize until I was going through all the pictures that I never got a photo of Charlotte and Max, John and Anna's dog. Max is not used to children, and he was understandably very wary of Charlotte. But I think he made a lot of progress as Charlotte was around him for a few days. By the last day they were together, the growls had almost disappeared, and he even let her touch him a couple times. Though maybe this was less because he liked her and more about him being worn out by her chasing him around the dining room table 500 times. Maybe when we go back to Georgia for Christmas, he'll make buddies with Jack and Charlotte.
More Georgia pictures to come....

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