One step at a time. That’s been my MO for the past few months. I hadn’t been in a family environment before that, so getting accustomed to this new way of living has proven to be a bit frightening, yet exciting experience!
When I was initially with foster mom, I wanted to keep my distance. Actually, it didn’t take too long before I’d wag my tail when I saw her and then approach her happily to accept pets. When I found out she gives comforting body rubs, I knew I had taken a great step. I have also gone from a need to be with her no matter where she was in the house, to also being comfortable on my own, chewin’ on a bone.
Then there were some steps that were way new to me: steps that go up and down! What was I to do with those? Well, I watched foster mom’s dogs handle them, and followed in their steps. I was so intrigued that on my first day of learning I continued going up and down them just for the thrill of it!
Foster mom has noticed that I seem at my happiest when I’m with my two furry foster siblings; she finds that I wag my tail like crazy when I’m around them. I’ll even initiate the play! We enjoy running in the back yard, wrestling, and taking walks together. While out for a walk, I keep pace with my furry brother, Emmett, and keep near mom. I’ve begun exploring too by sniffing the ground—great stuff! Foster mom thinks it’s wonderful that I don’t pull or react much to other dogs or people during our walks. She adds that having a mentor dog in my forever home who would be willing to play and walk with me would be extremely beneficial. And a mentor dog would continue to teach me the ways of this new life.
During the night I sleep in the bedroom. Mom provides a crate and sometimes I do decide to move in there. I take a medication to calm me during the night as sometimes I’ll bark or howl in my sleep.
During the day the three of us have free reign of the house. The only time we’re restricted is mealtime. I’m fine with that now as I’m used to it, and I get to be with my siblings. Normally I don’t counter surf. I don’t get up on the couches or the bed either.
Housetraining is coming along fairly well. Mom lets all of us out quite frequently when she’s home, mainly because my fur brother would rather be outside than in! When she’s not home I might have an accident in the house one or two times a week. I sleep through the night, which is over eight hours, without needing to go out.
Medically I’m in pretty great shape except for tearing in my right eye. This seems to be a cosmetic issue only. Foster mom simply dabs the drips.
I can be vocal when I want something, though this has lessened somewhat. Sometimes I’ll even bark for attention. I’ll nudge foster mom too when I’d like to be petted or am hoping for a massage.
Foster mom describes me as sweet-natured, affectionate, lovable, and happy—oh, and beautiful!
My next step is to find my forever home. Are you ready to take that step?