The Familiar Observes the Newcomer
Soup chose the highest point she could manage.
Balanced carefully on the deck railing, tail still, posture alert, she stared outward with the solemn gravity of a guardian who has sensed a disturbance in the realm.
This was the first moment she saw Remi.
The dog itself is not visible in the photo, which somehow makes it better. There was no chaos yet, no barking echoing through the house, no puppy enthusiasm spilling over the threshold. Just Soup, frozen in quiet disbelief, processing the unmistakable truth that something had shifted.
Her expression says everything. Mild annoyance, measured suspicion, and the kind of judgment only a long-established familiar can deliver. The house had rules. The house had routines. And now, apparently, the house had… a dog.
From her perch, Soup did what she has always done best: observed. Assessed. Withheld approval.
The familiar watches.
The verdict, as of this moment, remains undecided.
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