new sort of normal is developing around here - one that is a bit frantic in nature, chalk full of hilarious play (to engage in or watch), and marked by the occasional (sometimes frequent) need for middle of the night "outhouse" breaks by the littlest one of us. If we're lucky he takes his business outside, and if we're not? We just keep trying to remind ourselves and each other that he will figure it out soon.
It can be hard adopting a rescue dog. Especially a one-year old stray that didn't get a very good start in life. Boomer was dumped on the side of the road somewhere in Tennesse several months ago. He went to foster care for a short time before being transferred to a New York state shelter in the hopes of being more adoptable up there. And, of course, it worked… and I think all three of us are so glad it did.
He is a remarkably sweet boy with a very doting personality. He loves people and shows absolutely no fear or agression towards people or other dogs. He just wants to be with you: to play, to sleep, to snuggle. But -- not surprising given how he spent that first and insanely important year of life -- he's a little bit lacking in his manners and training. Add to that his teenage angst and puppy energy, and man oh man, he's keeping us busy.
And so, he jumps up at us (and we push him down), he chews our baseboards after we leave him for the day (and we discuss how we really should plan to repaint that room anyway), he nips at our fingers (and we yelp back to help him understand why we dislike it), he accomplishes his business outside (and we get over-the-top celebratory about it), he shows a bossiness about his toys (and we make him sit and wait before we resume play), he starts a bark-fest against us for blocking him in the kitchen (and we wait it out on the front porch….with beer in hand, ideally), he gives up on chewing our baseboards (and we breath a sigh of relief for only having to repaint one room).
We do it because he's our dog and we are so fortunate to have chosen such a sweet, smart, strong one. It isn't his fault that he had an unfortunate puppyhood. He is learning and improving everyday and even though we can get a little grumpy and a little overwhelmed with all the patience and consistency and patience required of us, to think of what may have become of him had we not adopted him is unimaginable.