I joked with Cheryl on Tuesday that she wouldn't recognize Berkeley when she gets back from her conference. Now I can see that it wasn't such a joke. Here is Berkeley just 2 weeks ago.
And here she is now...
She's growing like a weed.
One thing we've discovered is that Berkeley is a little fearful of certain noises (unlike Bingo, who just couldn't care less). She wasn't bothered at all by the thunderstorm yesterday--and it nearly shook the house--but then we've had lots of storms since she was born. However, the sounds of some dogs barking in the distance really spooked her. And she didn't care at all for the lawn mower next door yesterday.
At the meeting last week we had a good discussion about doggy fears and how we should react when a puppy seems scared--it's important to strike a middle ground (not too much consoling, not too much tough love) or the puppy may become more fearful, and sometimes this can lead to a long-term problem.
With Berkeley, when I just whistle or sing and I don't act afraid, she immediately calms down (or maybe my singing is so bad she just wants me to stop). Of course, my instinct is to pick her up and hug her, but that's my instinct most of the time.