Rescue

May 28, 2012 21:49

Except for my dad's dog all the others in our family have been farm/shelter/adopted. All of them however were from puppies so it was still as if we started with a new dog.

There is something soul soothing about ending up with a rescue dog that is a true match. I mean I knew when I saw his pic that there was something there, but it's been 6 weeks and I'm not sure right now which one of us rescued the other. Granted I can't trust him off leash yet(no coming back if he spots a cat or something he wants to chase) but at home and on leash he's been great. Most laid back but happy dog, loves to be snuggled and brushed but now sure enough of himself here he can hang out in the house while I'm outside and no worries. He picks up super fast on moods(mine), gets rid of almost all my bad moods(saying a lot since lots of stuff going on at work I haven't talked to most about), and the walking 3 miles a day isn't hurting either. He hasn't really figured out the play thing, 3 weeks in and he started to play in the morning and after dinner on his own but playing with a person is still pretty foreign to him(lol if I do go over while he's playing he just rolls over to get belly rubs).

I am more appreciative than ever because with everything that is going on at work right now I can't even imagine my mental state if the walking and having him to calm me down wasn't here.

Lol, now if I can get him to stop barking at the turtles it would be great!!!
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