HOME AT LAST!
He's home! Dustin (yes, that's the name we settled on) is a sweet boy, a little bit shy. Very attached to me already - if I close a door between me and him, he claws it open. Gotta work on that.
Dustin's life has changed so much over the past month - he had a home at one point, then he was running loose in the woods, then he was in the shelter, then Mysa adopted him, and now he's in my house. He is the smallest of all my dogs - the shortest, too, at about an inch shorter than Kala. And his pictures didn't show it too well, but he's definitely part Basset Hound. Not related to my Kala, then - she's Beagle with a dash of Foxhound, if anything.
Picspam time!
"Hey, new brother, whatcha doin?" "Claimin' this here yard fer the dogs of Georgia."
The look of existential dread on Dustin's face there? That's the realization that we've brought him to a land of giant feminist bitches. They're all bigger than him, and they're all more dominant than him. Even Anita, low dog on our totem pole, stood over him wagging in triumph. Poor boy. He'll adjust.
"Welcome to our home, Dustin. This is the neighbors' yard, and those puffy little yapping things are actually dogs. It's sad, isn't it?"
So then we went to the Joos' house. Any time you photograph beagles, you get a lot of shots of them sniffing.
What a happy smile! Yes, he is kinda skinny, but he's gaining weight and loving life.
Kala on the left, Dustin on the right. Happy dogs!
I'm sure there will be more pics soon.
Update: Dustin is feeling more comfortable in my house. I know this because he's trying to find the boundaries of acceptable behavior. He tried (unsuccessfully) to push Kala out of her bed, and we had a little confrontation when he jumped on my bed. I treated his sore pads - which he didn't like much - and then he resisted when I told him to get down. I even got a tiny growl. I picked him up and put him on the floor, where he's now sleeping happily.
I am one of those people who believes in the value of dominance, but also in using the least force to get a result. So I tend to use dominance only to enforce rules and instill manners. Besides, positive-based training works much better and faster for training behaviors.
ETA: OMFG, he has gas! ICK! That is some horrible, horrible stench. Hopefully his digestive system will settle down soon.
Real soon. Urgh.
Dustin's life has changed so much over the past month - he had a home at one point, then he was running loose in the woods, then he was in the shelter, then Mysa adopted him, and now he's in my house. He is the smallest of all my dogs - the shortest, too, at about an inch shorter than Kala. And his pictures didn't show it too well, but he's definitely part Basset Hound. Not related to my Kala, then - she's Beagle with a dash of Foxhound, if anything.
Picspam time!
"Hey, new brother, whatcha doin?" "Claimin' this here yard fer the dogs of Georgia."
The look of existential dread on Dustin's face there? That's the realization that we've brought him to a land of giant feminist bitches. They're all bigger than him, and they're all more dominant than him. Even Anita, low dog on our totem pole, stood over him wagging in triumph. Poor boy. He'll adjust.
"Welcome to our home, Dustin. This is the neighbors' yard, and those puffy little yapping things are actually dogs. It's sad, isn't it?"
So then we went to the Joos' house. Any time you photograph beagles, you get a lot of shots of them sniffing.
What a happy smile! Yes, he is kinda skinny, but he's gaining weight and loving life.
Kala on the left, Dustin on the right. Happy dogs!
I'm sure there will be more pics soon.
Update: Dustin is feeling more comfortable in my house. I know this because he's trying to find the boundaries of acceptable behavior. He tried (unsuccessfully) to push Kala out of her bed, and we had a little confrontation when he jumped on my bed. I treated his sore pads - which he didn't like much - and then he resisted when I told him to get down. I even got a tiny growl. I picked him up and put him on the floor, where he's now sleeping happily.
I am one of those people who believes in the value of dominance, but also in using the least force to get a result. So I tend to use dominance only to enforce rules and instill manners. Besides, positive-based training works much better and faster for training behaviors.
ETA: OMFG, he has gas! ICK! That is some horrible, horrible stench. Hopefully his digestive system will settle down soon.
Real soon. Urgh.