Our bond is getting stronger every day. I see more and more of ‘my dog’ in Brian. It’s a slow process and I have to remind myself not to rush. I watch him and try to make sure he decides how far we can go. There are still things that remain scary (the smell of petrol and leather are Brian’s least favourite scents). There’s always a pause before we pass the bike with its cover puffed up in the wind.
But when we see people, even babies in their prams, Brian looks up at me, searching for reassurance – and then carries on, trying not to notice them and not to be scared. Babies and small children are Brian’s strongest triggers. He used to go into a panic frenzy as soon as he heard kids giggling or babies crying.
I can clean his ears and clip his nails. He’s prone to infections, so his eyes need to be washed at times, too. He lets me do it, albeit reluctantly.
Brian will always remain a bit ‘wild’, but now I am certain he will be trained and trusting enough to live among people. And they will never know how hard he had to work to become ‘domesticated’.