in a rare moment of repose
My initial impressions of Newdog were that he was awfully timid and passive. Little did I know.
Turns out he brought an infection and kennel cough with him – and I’m not blaming the rescue, he appeared perfectly fine when Brian picked him up. But the first few days last week consisted of him finding a dark corner and curling up in it. I was so worried about what I thought was his fearfulness that I brought him in to the county animal shelter* where the staff and a volunteer took one look at him and said with one voice (ok, five voices) “Vet! Now!”
Massive doses of antibiotics and two IVs with saline solution later, he is not the same animal. When he’s not demanding cuddles, he wants to play Kong, and when he’s not playing Kong, he wants to go walkies.
He also booped the cat with his forepaw yesterday. Oh, the horror.
(*The director and the volunteer were advising us on the adopt-a-dog process. The volunteer raises Old English Sheepdogs and has been a judge at Westminster and an official at the Iditarod. She is a Big Gun in the dog world, and a thoroughly nice person).