After a rather rocky start today, Porter and I have now established our roles in our small pack of two. I'm the Alpha female that dispenses the food, the walks and the ball-throwing and Porter is my totally admiring audience when I decide to sing along with the cast of Glee to the three soundtracks I have downloaded in iTunes. The acoustics are great in my son's house or maybe it's just the bottle o f 2003 Pine Ridge Cabernet Sauvignon that I've consumed that makes me think that my voice has never sounded better. Either way, Porter has been content to lie at my feet and listen and I've yet to see his ears go back in that way that indicates he's suffering some kind of painful hearing experience. In fact, on a couple of songs I've seen him tilt his head and listen in a way reminiscent of the RCA dog Nipper (for those of you who remember that).
We went for another walk around 5 pm today, although it was a rather abbreviated one - only 30 minutes - just enough to get him out of the house and to get better acquainted with him on the leash. I feel a bit like Victoria Stillwell ("It's Me or the Dog") while we're walking as I'm barking out commands but this walk was a lot less painful than our maiden voyage to the dog park this morning so I'm hopeful for what tomorrow will bring.
Dinner also went well, meaning that I managed to enjoy mine without losing any of it to my hairy dinner companion. In fact, he sat there at my feet, contentedly chewing on his massive Nylabone that's so large it looks like it came from a Tyrannesourous Rex. I'm afraid to think what will happen if he decides to drop that bone on my foot.
Now if I can just get him into his kennel at bedtime I'll consider the day a success.
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