Our little man did very well on the flight home. He's a true adventurer at heart and a HAM. He stopped the show at every turn. Posing! I swear he LOVES the camera and attention. I have a canine star on my hands. Hollywood or bust! Exhausted at 1:00 a.m. we explored the house, his crate, HIS box of toys, HIS new pad ...Fort proceeded to pull each and every toy from the box and promptly cart if off to HIS crate apartment--complete with bedding on one side and small play area on the other. He had so many toys in there he got hung up and toppled over each pile to bring another in... he sat in the middle of his crate with all his possessions around him --Triumphant! It was hysterical.
We then ate a BIG breakfast and played some more. In truth he was so tired his little eyes were half closed but he couldn't contain his excitement and just wouldn't sleep ... after a good poo, we finallycrawled in bed. We both passed out and snored until 5 a.m. He's had a busy morning, checking out everything and confirming what is HIS and what is MINE ... he's very cleaver and knows what HurryHurry means. He's recognized that sitting sweetly in front of me means praise and treats. He now runs ahead of me and sits very sweetly with his head off to the side. He's a charmer. I thought the BIG CHICKEN would scare him to death and send us both into doggy therapy BUT he LOVES it. Tugs it around, HUMPS it, sucks on it ... In fact, he mounted all of his toys -- making sure he was in control of that world.
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