Before that, his history is sad. He had been so abused that he lost one eye, and had so many stickers embedded in his little belly, that it took hours to pick them out. How I feel about that is best left unsaid.
I will not change his name. He was named after his previous owner’s father. I think that’s a sweet and thoughtful legacy.
I’ve had him five hours and see there are to be changes in this household. Closet doors are to be kept shut. Shoes are to be stored in the closet—always. If I don’t want sofa pillows tugged to the floor, do not leave them near the edge. I don’t understand his obsession with this, because he does not chew on them or nap on them.
This is going to be interesting.
Although Buck has settled in nicely and had several naps in my lap, at present he is pacing the floor, ears alert. I expect he’s missing his other family. It’s sad that dogs don’t understand the changes in their life.
Maybe in a few days, he''l tell me what he thinks of hie new home.