We realized late last night Hank had been with us for a week. It is hard to believe. We have easily adjusted to having dog number two. I believe he is adjusting to us as well. He still goes to bed every night about 9pm, like we were told he would do. He loves to play; he is adjusting his volume for us, so he is not as loud as he was a week ago. He already knows to look to see if the chair is at the window upstairs. And he KNOWS there is more than one cat out there. lol
If I had written this last night, I would have said he was doing really well and seemed to have learned his boundary in the backyard. However, I'm writing this today, and oh the difference a day makes. Today, we let him out (without a leash) to play soccer with the girls and Rosie. I wasn't out there so I don't know all the details, but he saw/heard/smelled M.C. in the woods (within the fence) and off he went! Now he knows he can go out into the trees, but I'm hoping he also knows it will get him into trouble. I think he prefers to hear "good Hank" vs. "bad dog". lol He is hearing "good Hank" far more than the other, but when I finally got him in the woods it was definitely a "bad dog" moment.
He seems to be happy here. At least, we hope he is. Rosie is enamored with him. And we are enjoying is weird company. Yes, he is weird which makes him fit in perfectly with us.
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And who had to go chase him out from the woods that is our back yard? Oh, yeah, me! Twice! ;)
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