Goda and Dexter seem to be adjusting fairly well despite the major impact the arrival of Moby has had on their lives. Walks have been diminished, they have been relegated to being in different spots in the house at different times than they are used to. And the crying, oh the crying... at first Goda would just sit next to the baby, guarding him. Dexter chose to bark instead, "WHAT IS THAT INCESSANT NOISE MAKER?!" it seemed he was howling. But now, as the Autumn weather relegates us to the house more and darker mornings and evenings become a daily reality... we have learned to share the space, to expand into our new family arrangement. So far so good. We have our moments. The "Please don't ring the doorbell" sign that is now taped to the front screen door helps.