Amazing what changes 48 hours brings in a new foster dog. I'm predicting this boy will be flying Mach I through the house by the end of the month. Anything moving slower than that will be in for a surprise.
Hank has met all the cast now. He and Mick met last night on neutral territory. Reno walked Hank down to a nearby field and I drove Mick over. We gave them an opportunity to sniff butts. Hank checked out Mick's and was about as invasive as a proctologist. Mick, unflappable as always, didn't give a hoot. Mick didn't reciprocate, though I think he should have. After that, both were more interested in working the field than each other. Mick would find a hole, and Hank would start excavating. What a team.
The other dogs we introduced in the yard at home with no issues. Maddie will pluck a few of his whiskers if he gets too in her face. And Kobe will set him straight too, in his special senior but still alpha sort of way.
Hank is learning about the zip line and is intense about the wild life. He's discovered if he's not outside, he can watch the outside while sitting on the couch. Life is good here.
So here he is, settling in and starting to come out of his shell. He's showing his true colors in a completely adorable, dufus, I'm a huge spaz, young Pointer kind of way.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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