I’ve been home for three weeks. I’m getting the hang of this Sunday thing. Everybody is here and we just relax. It finally didn’t rain, and I got to play outside for a while. We listened to music, which I’m not afraid of anymore, and actually like now, especially Pitbull (of course) and Will.i.am, and we played games, too.
My people left for a short time and put me in the crate. I wasn’t happy about that, but when they came back, they completely made up for it by bringing me a new bed, two new chew toys, and a delicious dinner of kibble and beef stew with gravy.
I think the best possible thing has been Dad putting up that screen door. Compared to when I first got here, I am in and out and all over the house and the yard now. Things are looking up for me. It’s been a good day. A chew toy kinda Sunday.
Ahh, the kitchen floor. Today it’s the best place in the world. After breakfast and a visit from Nana and Papa, Mom took me out for a long romp with the tennis ball. When I came in, I was so tired I flopped down on the cool kitchen floor, but in a sunny spot, so that my back would be cold and my tummy would be warm at the same time. I slept like that for a long time.
I’m happy. I can tell my people like me because they smile at me all day and pat my head whenever they see me. My confidence is growing and my heart feels really big. Since I learned I am not going back to the Shelter last night, I feel more relaxed today. I didn’t even jump as much over Nana and Papa, and Mom says that’s good but I’m still very excitable.
Dad came home early and after dinner we all went for a walk in the woods. It was my first time out in the woods here! I felt like a wild, Pioneer dog as I walked through the tall grass and leaves, checking out the birds and squirrels. Dad said I was well-behaved, and gave treats.
Today, I did not chew on Mom, Dad or Jamie. When I get excited I tend to lightly chew or “mouth” my people. They are trying to break me of this habit. So today I tried hard, and got lots of praise and petting for my efforts. I don’t think I’ve ever been called a good girl so much in my whole life! After such a long time in the Shelter, it’s good to hear. Not that the Shelter was bad, but it’s different, having a family of your own. I’ve been home for a week now, and the memories of the Shelter are starting to slip away, slowly. Today has been a very, very good day.