This past winter, Winston ended up in a shelter with a broken leg and was marked for the euthanasia list. A dog rescue swooped in and saved him from that fate. He was nursed through his broken leg, gotten up to date on his shots, and neutered. About two weeks ago, Winston was put on the adoptable dogs list and as soon as I saw him, I filled out an online adoption form and set up an appointment for a meet and greet.
He was nervous and wary at first. A little beef jerky dog treat went a long way, and after playing with him for a bit, we decided to take the plunge and he came home with us.
The first twenty-four hours, he was subdued and quiet, but on day 3 with us, he figured out this was Home and we were His People. He then proceeded to bark at every person who dared walk down the sidewalk, dogs two blocks away, dogs on TV, and any voice within ear shot, including those half a block away. We use a mobile vet, and when they arrived, Winston spent the first 10 minutes of the visit barking at them and hiding under my chair. We were his, and there was no way he was going to let those strangers take him away. We’ll have to do some training with him when it comes to meeting new people and a potty training refresher, but that’s just part of the deal.
Winston doesn’t give two hoots about playing with balls, but he loves anything that is plush and has laid claim to anything to all plush toys he can reach, as well as a couple shoes, some house slippers, and the occasional balled up pair of socks, which he stashes under the dining room table. He’s been dragging around a teddy bear that’s bigger than he is and “burying” small toys in the couch cushions. An empty plastic water bottle was a fabulous toy that he dashed around the back yard with for ages, running like the wind. The Hobbit and I were in stitches watching his crazy dog routine.
We’ll also have to curb Winston’s dare devil tendencies. He leaps from the arms of the couch, living out his superman fantasy. All that’s missing is the cape. And, he’s got to learn how to live in peace with cats. There’s been growling and barking and hissing and running, with the cats taking about 20 seconds of deliberation to decide that staying in the garage is good for now.
Still, with all the work ahead of us, it’s great to have the ticka-ticka of dog feet running through the house and enthusiastic tail wags when we come through the door. I think The Hobbit put it best when he said, “Mom, I’m having SO MUCH FUN with this dog.” I second that.