I knew bringing a new greyhound into our home would be initially stressful and nerve-wracking for me. This one’s a lot more prey-sensitive when we’re outdoors, and he’s in the early exploratory phase of his new home. I know it’s only been about 24 hours since we got him here, but I’m just way too high-strung for this sorta thing. I’m in nervous-nauseous mode, even though Otis B. Driftwood Roth is actually getting along pretty well with his new family.
How well?
Click through it for the rest of the (small,) cute photoset. I’m gonna go take some Xanax or something.
(Really, it’s mainly our walks that are the big strain for me. I’m in such a rhythm with Rufus that having to train Otis is totally throwing me off. A big part of it is that, while I’m trying to train him to follow my lead and not to chase after things, I’m also training him to know his new name. So if you’re in my neighborhood and you see me looking a little frazzled during a walk with my two boys, cut me some slack.)
willow looked at me the other day when i called her “bear”. i don’t think she knows her real name.
My problem is, this guy wasn’t responding too well to his call name yesterday, either. But he’s perking up when I say, “Otis!” now, so that’s cool.
I find it very funny that Willow’s name was “Bear”.
Take a chill pill, Gil. It’s gonna take time to train him, but you will. The important thing is that they get along so well from the beginning. It was a great weekend for the dogs…20 adopted out. Thanks for giving Otis a wonderful home.
Jane