One year ago today, we adopted Toby. Since we don't know his real birthday, we're considering today a double anniversary of birth and adoption. So, today Toby is both Nine and One. But not ninety-one.
When we first got him, he was a roly-poly, overweight pooch, scared and nervous. He warmed up to Best Guy and I quickly, but as we became more comfortable with him he began to show up all his quirks and foibles. And then the fun really began.
It's been one hell of a road with the Pooper Scooper. His behavioral issues got the best of us on more than one occasion, and we'd be lying if we said it hasn't affected our standing in the neighborhood on some level. We still struggle with the idea that we will have to remain forever vigilant when we take him out in the real world, or when we invite the real world into our home. At this point, we will probably never convince our old fart not to hate dogs or be afraid of men. We will, for the rest of our time with him, have to tag-team with Toby duty whenever people are over. He will never be okay with these things.
All that being said, we have seen massive improvements. His success with the Petsitter was mind-boggling. He accepted her 100%. He recovers much more quickly when we have people over now, although less quickly when its men.
|Toby with Auntie Jen. Scritches were asked for and received.|
Walks with Toby have also improved. We've gotten to the point where we can pass people (on the other side of the street), especially if they're standing around ignoring us. If he's unsure or nervous about something, he seeks us out and asks for comfort. He cuddles with us, he plays with us. He's a goofy goober with us.
|How bad can work be when you've got this all cozied up to you?|
He loves us, and there is no denying that fact. He is happy here with us. However nervous he is and may always be, we are his Momma and Daddy, and he knows that we love him too.
|Happy birthday, Boo Boo!|