July 1st 2009 1:33 pm
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So on with Part II.
After I unload from the truck I find myself in a home with a wonderful big grassy yard. About the first thing I do is start sniffing and marking all the plants. Then I take a real good roll in the green grass. It had been awhile since I was able to do that.
Three dogs came out to meet me. They each gave me a good sniffing. I am accepted. I am ok with the bottom of the food chain. I sense that is where I am with the 3 dogs.
Then I was invited inside the house. That was scary! I just wouldn't go inside without the lady pleading and finally shoving me through the door!
Then I got nervous. I couldn't find Bubba. He was kinda my anchor you see. I went around and around looking for him. It was so hard to calm down.
Then a man came through the door. Now he was scary even though the other dogs weren't afraid of him. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I was reminded that I had met him at the shelter. Well, that was different, I was close to my Bubba.
Pretty soon a young man came through the door. He was scary too. Same thing, the other dogs weren't afraid of him.
I spent a lot of time the first couple of day going around and around in the house. Just couldn't find Bubba. He wasn't outside either but outside had some tennis balls to chase. That would take my mind off of missing Bubba.
Now I have only been here a little over a week but I already have a nice new collar with my name and home phone number on a tag. I sure enjoyed it when NewMom put that collar on me.
The first couple of nights I had to be shoved into my crate for bed. Not anymore. I go right in when NewMom tells me "kennel".
I don't go around and around the house anymore. I relax and nap.
I am learning about the inside toys. There are little brown egg shaped squeaky toys. Those work real well for the people to throw down the hall and retrieve them. I love to squeak them but I don't tear them up.
The people praise me for retrieving the tennis balls. I bring them back and drop them at their feet. They throw the ball again and I retrieve the ball again. It is a fantastic game. And a good aerobic workout.
I sure don't like it when NewMom goes down all those stairs into the basement. I stay at the top of the stairs and whine until she starts back up.
I have learned to sit for a cookie. Wow, those are yummy things.
I am part of the pack now. The Schnauzer dogs and I follow NewMom just about everywhere she goes.
NewMom is beginning to think that I don't know how to bark! She hasn't heard me. The foster mom told her I do know how and to just wait. The little Schnauzer dog barks enough for all of us combined!
Well, that brings me up to date so far. This is a good place to live.
I sure hope Bubba gets a good home like me.
I gwad you founded a home Tux - dis one soundz weally gud and wuving, too. The shelter peeple will find a gud home fer Bubba!! Maybe dey alweady did!! You will be fine and Bubba will be fine and e'vyfing be OK!!
We are so glad to hear that you are settling into your new home. What a good pup you are not to rip up squeaky toys. Please keep barking and letting us know how you are doing.