A day in...

Lilttle brother comes home!

Whew! What a day! After all that running around and whatnot, this smarty lil snot doesn't want me near my mom! Every time I try to get to her, he starts growling like mad. We don't know if he's all bark and no bite, but mom's being careful just in case. She just keeps us out of reach and gives me my lovin'. So poopoo on him. Other then that he's fine. I understand though, he probably hasn't had any real loving in his young life. We all played with mom, separately of course, he dosen't want to share mom, or toys. He seems like he may be an alpha type. Uh-oh. They say, oh they're dogs they'll work it out, but mom won't let anybody attack me in my own home. So for now he's settled in his crate chewing on a nylabone and calming down. He certainly got comfortable quick. He's jumping on the furniture and enjoying the backyard. Mom is sure that someone had him in a home. He certainly knows what toys are, and mom says when she walks him on the leash, he automatically seems to go to her right side. That seems like he was taught heel, and he pays close attention on a leash. Normally that would be fantastic, but with mom's problem walking, she needs to use her cane on the right side. Even her wheelchair uses right hand controls. She says she work out something.