Here’s what greeted me when I woke up and looked out the window:
My Buddy is making slow steps towards normalcy. Well, more normal than he was yesterday. Still very skittish but not quite in a state of perpetual terror.
Had breakfast at Treasure Island this morning and Mike, the guy who found and delivered Buddy for me, was there. He shared a photo of Buddy’s parents:
Speaking of breakfast, I rewarded myself for no particular reason:
Anyway, dart league this afternoon and the SOB dance contest tonight. I’ll be taking along Marissa so it should be interesting to see if we have developed any chemistry. Either way, I’m just going to go with the flow.
Peace out!
At least it’s not raining.
Yet.
Touché.
Good luck at the dance contest!
And it occurs to me that, once Buddy is leash-trained, you’ve got yourself a reliable Hash partner. Can you get him to bark, “On-on! On-on!”?