Years ago we used to have a dachshund mix of some sort named Hercules, so naming this miniature Xena just seemed right.
We finally picked her up today. Her birthday was January 14th.
I am very proud of Garfield, too. It seems that my hunch was right in that he was able to sense that Xena is just a pup and no threat to him. When they first sniffed each other, Xena was in her crate. No one made any noises while sniffing, but the hair on his back definitely stood up. Later, though, there was no tension at all. Garfield has even tried rubbing his head on her a couple times. I really think he wants to play... but maybe he hasn't figured things out yet.
She finally finished crying and is asleep now. This is her second night away from her mother, and her first night at my place. So ya -- she cried a lot.
She's doing good though.
She isn't too fond of some one holding the leash yet, but she'll definitely walk and drag it. Man, she gets all kinds of attention.