Day number 1 with Aaron. The early morning drive to White River Junction, VT is uneventful, yet I won’t soon forget the completely scared-out-of-his-wits dog we encountered at around 5:30 a.m. A few folks are standing around with their new “love-of-their-life” rescues, cradling them gently in their arms. Hmm. Not us. We’re here to pick up Beaver, now known now as Aaron. He won’t come out of his crate and when he finally does he somehow manages to scurry underneath the transport van, refusing to come out, makeshift leash wrapped noose-like around his scruffy neck. Ugh. Hub John remarks, “Great job, Mary Doane. You’ve chosen the most well adjusted dog here….”
We land back in Deerfield, NH at 7:30 a.m…. exhausted and a bit dazed. We knew that it would be too stressful to remove Aaron from the crate we brought with us, so we leave him in the cab of the truck until it’s time to transfer him into his “den”… the music room/office downstairs.
The set up we have works great so far. Aaron can remain in his crate for as long as he needs. Around 5 pm this evening, while we were outside enjoying some wonderful summer rain, Aaron came out of his crate and “did his business” in the xpen, which was a step in the right direction.. ..
Has the classical piano music playing on Pandora had any effect on him? I’m not sure. His pupils are still fairly dilated, but he’s seemingly very, very comfortable. Dozing, eating, drinking water, making some movement toward eye contact. He’s cleaning himself, which is a good thing. He really stinks…. bad.
He’s a tired, tired boy. But he’s young, and there’s this beauty in his eyes that truly, I’ve never, ever seen. We’ll see what happens. He’s a project dog, no doubt. But he’s somebody’s dog. For right now, that’s good enough for me.
By the way… I’m new at this blog thing. Things might be a little off….But that’s okay. What life doesn’t have a few little things that are a bit “off”?