Dogged.
Today was crunch
‘Project: Pick up a Dog’ day in the Ephgrave household.
The
most stressful part inevitably was driving home with Elwood (for we've Christened him such) in the car, as the double-whammy of presumably never having travelled by
road for long - or at all - combined with the fact he’d only met us a few times
previously meant he was very anxious and barky, although his fear seemed to
conveniently subside whenever I offered him a treat.
Since we’ve been
home - and I’m conscious of not wanting to tempt fate - he’s been a
ridiculously well-behaved boy. He paced around the flat a few times initially,
before tentatively chewing on the antler we bought him for that purpose, but
after a walk around the estate when he needed a comfort break he became more relaxed, with the key moment being when he leapt up to join us
on the sofa - which shouldn’t really be possible on account of the fact he’s
fucking huge - and promptly fall asleep.
One's hard at work while the other relaxes |