She's still a piranha, and in fact, she drew blood a couple of times yesterday. She was relatively quiet all day, then turned into a ball of teeth after dinner. She also discovered that she can yelp, and I will spring into action. It's a hideous noise.
I put hardware cloth along the bottom of the carport gate last night, so Ivy can't get out. I don't know why I waited so long, but now she can go out without direct supervision, hallelujah. I put her and Jake out there this morning while I was eating my breakfast: perfect. She can get up and down the steps pretty well now.
Saturday, I took her out for a walk with Jake. She hasn't liked the leash at all so far, but when Jake was out in front, along she went. It was stop and go in places, but she got a LOT of exercise. We went around the block, which is half a mile, a long way when your legs are 4 inches long! So things are progressing.
She's figuring out the house training, too. Whenever I see her doing her business outside, she gets praise and a treat. I don't yell at her for going in the house, but simply clean it up and make sure to get her out more often. I've had good results with setting an alarm for 15 minutes after she eats, then taking her out. I can't feed her with Jake around - he would push her out of the way and eat everything - so he eats outside and she eats inside.
George the cat plays with Ivy sometimes, but when he's done, all he has to do to gain altitude. A chair works, or the back of the couch. He's getting to be a chub, our George. I hope playing with the puppy helps!
Playtime is over!