Since I've heard some folks wanted updates, I'm happy to report that Sherman, the newest Shady Rest inmate, is settling in very well. He's starting to relax, learning to appreciate warm stew mixed with his kibble (he was less than impressed on the first go-round), and become quite the snuggler. He actually takes a little offense if you have a free hand and you're not using it to pet him! This morning, my alarm went off. He lifted his head, and snuggled closer, crawling up my torso until he was comfortably settled with my arm wrapped around him and his head on my shoulder. Of course, I did what any dedicated employee would do on a work morning - I hit the snooze bar on the clock so I wouldn't have to disturb him for another eight minutes.
He's smart, too! We've discovered he's a little finicky on what he eats and there are some dog treats he's just not into, but he does like beef jerky strips. We tend to switch up treats around here and this week, the treat on offer is a crunchy biscuit type. All the other dogs love the things, but not so much with Sherman. Because George sometimes has difficulty chewing harder treats, we always keep a bag of soft treats for him. So, anyway, last night Cj handed out the after-dinner/before-bed treats. Everybody ate their biscuit just fine, except Sherman. He carried his around, dropping it now and then, sniffing at it. He clearly didn't like it but was too polite to just spit it out in front of us. Then Cj picked up the bag of jerky strips to get one for George. Sherman perked right up. He picked up his biscuit, carried it over to her, laid the biscuit on the floor at her feet, sat down and looked at the bag of strips. "Trade?" His intention couldn't have been clearer if he'd spelled it out with Scrabble tiles. She took his offer and swapped him his biscuit for a jerky strip, which he promptly carried off and consumed.
He was a little overwhelmed by all the other dogs, when he first arrived (can't say that I blame him - sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed by them too, and I'm more or less used to them) but now he's running with the pack like he was born with them. Freya seems to like him and is already including him in her count-of-noses when she comes in from outside. Sammie seems to have attached to him as an acceptable successor to Orville, and he gives the old blind fellows no grief. He does like chasing the cats, but as long as he's not trying to do them any harm, I figure they can use the extra exercise. The Shady Rest cats are accustomed to new foster dogs and will slap some respect into him if they get tired of it.
So, a couple more weeks, a little socialization and confidence-building, and I'm pretty sure he'll be off to a new forever home, to make some human very, very happy.
That's another day here the Shady Rest. Ya'll take care.