On the 24th of May Stitch the Wonder Dog will have been my new friend for 4 months. I look forward to our May anniversary. Beyond it he will have been longer with me than his first temporary family.
We are still learning each other.
His initial terrors have subsided. He no longer thinks twice about going through doors and is mostly happy to meet strangers.
He is a bit high strung and a bit of a sceerdy cat still… 😉 Gun shots 2 miles away send him running for his crate and so does a single rain drop. We had thunder one afternoon and that is going to be a big one. I hope we have a fireworks free 4th of July (it’s an American thing) in the neighborhood. I installed a new dog door yesterday so he can retreat to his haven at all times. It was a treat teaching him to use it. One lesson was all it took. I’ll shutter it every night.
He showed great fear of the neighbors wood stove (with a window) and I burned a small fire in my outdoor chiminae and he vanished for an hour. He panics when frightened so I will need to keep close parental watch.
He is wildly affectionate and appreciative of attention. He enjoys it when I drape my arm over his shoulder, more so when I talk to him at the same time and he wipes his nose on my tee shirt in appreciation…
He loves rats. Digging up their nests is his hobby. He is in luck as we have a serious plethora. A jack rabbit:
dared cross our path on the morning dog carnival (walk) and I sat down and waited. (15 minutes later he returned).
Rats, rabbits and lizards… The usual dog interests. Things that run. But he is not interested in the least in toys or chewing things like antlers, bones or anything from the pet store… Most peculiar.
He adores me but makes it clear that the most urgent thing in life is playing with Tula the Terrible from next door. He lays not by my feet afternoons, but in our front yard watching for her to come home from work (where she goes everyday). I will need to be content playing second fiddle.
Twice a night he comes to my bed side and wakes me by putting both front paws on the bed and finding my face with his. Eight hours is far too long to go without a belly rub and I hang my arm over the edge of the twin bed and oblige. I put a thick soft rug there for him.
I’m not entirely sure of his age and never will be. So it goes with adopted friends. I think he still has a case of “puppy brains” and may well continue to develop. Into what I have no clue.
But I am learning Stitch.
PS: He has declared a clear preference for chunky peanut butter in the Kong as opposed to smooth….