The last few weeks have been busy making sure Lily’s fully socialised and trained to be ‘a resident dog’. She’s made huge progress and she’s now ready (or as ready as she’ll ever be) to be a tutor for another rescue. She comes when called, walks nicely on and off the lead, sits (as a default behaviour), doesn’t bark at dogs or people we meet, goes to the pub with us, greets visitors politely, stays at home on her own, lets the cats do whatever they want to her. She eats and plays with toys like an ordinary dog (which wasn’t always the case), travels in the car and walks up and down the stairs. She understands quite a few commands and loves doing her tricks (‘roll over’ and ‘crawl’ are my personal favourites). To an untrained eye she’s a perfectly normal, well behaved, happy and playful dog. No major issues. Naturally, we’ll always be careful not to expose her to anything she would be scared of without giving her the choice not to do it.
Well, there’s been a lot of searching, obviously my local shelters and my charity were the first place to look for, but finally we’ve decided to adopt a dog from Romania. I though about it long and hard. I’m not the conscience of the world, I follow my own. I can save a life so I will.
Lily’s going to have a brother.