About two weeks ago a little puppy was running around from neighbor to neighbor looking for a haven. I went out to get a look at him and see if he'd come to me but he only barked ferrociously pulling his upper lip up and showing his little teeth. The next day he was still around, running around our yard and jumping at my bedroom window and then hiding in a corner. So in the evening I went out to try to get him, still barking like he'd bite my hand off. But once I got a hold of him, he calmed down and even sighed. Well, this catch had to be for keeps. I fed him and showed him where he could sleep for the night, in the laundry room outside. He's so pleased to be here, to have a home, to be fed and loved that he just can't stop jumping up and down. But we're working on that. He's learning sit, no, wait, no, stay, no, come, no. Our old dog, Boy, has been teaching him to be sure to eat up all your own food and don't come near his. He's been showing him around, showing him how to cross the road at a snails pace. Hmmm. Puppies don't go at a snails pace. He loves going on walks and sniffing out everything and running in the ditch water (which will disqualify him from inside privileges), what little there is. We'll see how he does this summer!
Today he had a huge lesson I hope he learned well. It's one of those lessons you live and learn or if you don't learn, well. . . . So he did cross the road and then he wanted to come back but at the wrong time. He dashed in front of a car that had to brake (they're supposed to be braking anyway for the corner). He got hit and hobbled home. He has some scrapes and little cuts, no broken bones that I can feel. He doesn't seem to be in pain and is able to walk with a limp. Don't know if there's any internal injuries. Although I see signs that this isn't going to slow him down any.
He still needs a name as he's going to outgrow 'Puppy'.
