Remember this beautiful girl? Yes, she is still around. She now lives in a fortress called Our Bedroom and hasn’t been out since Wednesday. I think if a certain someone didn’t feel the need to chase her everytime she attempted to emerge from hiding, she might come out more often. As it stands now, she has made it clear that she will not be coming out until he leaves.
Yes, Sacha has left us with an ‘it’s either me or him’ ultimatum. Thankfully, she’s a cat and lacks the power to actually do anything about her ultimatum, but I think it makes her feel better to have made it in the first place.
This good fellow has been with us for a week now. It seems much, much longer. I’m not sure why that is, but we’ve passed the documented ‘Day 7’ defiance, and our sweet boy is back to his regular, playful self. He will now eat without needing me to be right besude him, and has even taken to growling very quietly at anyone who walks by on the sidewalk. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. He appears to dislike those who loiter.
Perhaps I need a sign? ‘Loiterers Beware!’
We are finding this fostering experience very interesting. Thankfully, the organization we are part of is extremely helpful and knowledgeable. They’ve given us everything we need (food, bowls, leashes, toys, treats, etc), are available by cell or email should we have questions, and are generally just very thankful that we’ve opened up our home to a dog in need.
I also have several dog-smart friends who have far more experience than I do, to whom I can send silly emails like, ‘He won’t stop licking my leg. Is that a problem?’ and they’ll reply, ‘No, why would that be a problem?’ which makes me feel better.
So here we are. One week into fostering this sweet, playful boy, and still enjoying having him around. Two of us are, at least. The wee black cheetie? Not so much.
Now, to convince him to stop licking my leg.