Meet the girls!

The story of how we got our Italian greyhounds...
I found the Italian Greyhound Club of America, and began working with their local rescue group (which, unfortunately, was based in Dallas.)  There weren't many IGs in our area, but the lady who led the group was fabulous, and really believed that we could give an IG a good home.
We got A on December 31, 2008.   We met her that day - picked her up in Dallas, driving from visiting family in Texas.  It was nerve wracking.  She lived under our bed for a month, and only ate when we left the apartment (and peed everywhere.)  She had demodex when we got her, and we later realized that she had worms as well.  But we persevered - lots of love, puppy massage, training classes at PetSmart, and visits to the dog park, once we felt she wouldn't run away.  I remember, it was at the end of October that year that I saw her as a true dog, running to greet another dog instead of cowering.

A has been with us for two years now.  She's turned into a snuggling little princess.  A blanket-whore.  A treat maniac.  A sun-loving diva.  She runs to greet us when we come home, and bounces and laughs and is such a joy.  (Note: A is the dark brown iggy in my photos.  She wears lots of pink.)
E is our new girl.  We got her on April 29 of this year.  She's a little older than A.  (A is about 3 years old, and E turns four at the end of this month.)  E's life until this January was as a breeder.  The day after she was surrendered, she jumped out of the vet's arms and broke her leg.  It had to be plated, and she spent most of the time at her foster's house confined to the kennel.
Now healed, E is trying to find her place in our pack.  Right now, her primary role is as A's shadow.  She watches everything.  She used to hide under the bed a lot, but she's a lot better.  It didn't take very long for her to learn how wonderful blankets are; both of my princesses are curled between my legs as I write this, stretched out on the couch.
We still have challenges.  Eating is still difficult.  E is so fearful that she will run away from her bowl if we approach.  A takes full advantage of this and eats E's food.  So for now, E has to be locked in her kennel for meal times.  And although E has figured out the doggie door, she hasn't completely connected the outdoors to doing her business.
The newest challenge is the leash, and introducing E to the world.  E still will not approach Alpha or I, so I am worried that if E gets loose, she will run away and we won't be able to catch her.  But if we get both girls on the leash, E will follow A with very few issues.  (And if you haven't figured it out, E is the white dog.  I want to dress her in purple, but I'm learning that purple dog things aren't very widespread.)

Okay, enough about my girls!  I should probably document E's progress more closely.  Let's hope that I remember to do that...