Goldendoodle in Pennsylvania
The dog made it to Philly okay. When we went to pick him up and he was certainly shaken, but we plopped right down on the airport floor and snuggled with him and he began feeling better. He got sick once on the car trip home, but didn’t seem too phased. We brought him in and gave him some water. It was very sad to see him at first. He backed up against a wall in the kitchen and just looked around. I could just image what he was thinking. Where are my brothers? Where’s my Mom and Dad and all the others I’m used to. This does not look like my home. I put a fleece blanket in his crate and he took a short nap.
Then we brought him out and let him run around. I could almost hear him when he smelled the grass and snow: ‘Hey I know what this is!” He and Myles ran around and played. So far today he hasn’t had one accident inside. Although I take him out regularly, especially after he eats or drinks. He ate a good supper and has seemed to settle in quite nicely by the end of the day. He even had a small fight with a trained attack leaf; it was a tie. But he didn’t seem to mind; he enjoyed the completion. He’s napping now.
I found out from my sister-in-law that my husband always used to say every dog needs a boy. Attached are pictures from this afternoon of Strider (we named in the car ride home) and his boy Myles.
Thank you for allowing us to adopt such a wonderful new member in our family!