I’m typing one handed today. Bosco’s decided he neeeeeeeeeds love and cuddles, and given today’s topic, he’s gonna get them.
August 3rd is the one-year anniversary of Bosco coming home. The year really went fast, and I’ve been reflecting on how far he’s come.
Bosco, August 3, 2012:
Bosco, this morning:
That just says it all, doesn’t it?
Almost every single day of the past year included an experience he’s never had before. And to finish his year with a bang, he got several new ones yesterday.
I asked my friends Jodi and Lisa if he could have a play date with their dogs. We decided to meet at Lisa’s house, which is in a very rural area. So rural, that when I called LIsa for address clarification, and said that there was a cornfield on my right and a silo on my left, she said I’d have to be more specific. Yeah. Rural.
So when we arrived, I opened up the car door for Bosco. He jumped right out and stood there, awed by the open space. His whole life has been about walking on sidewalks between streets and buildings. We could see him trying to process the openness of her yard, and the lack of urban noise. He was eager to explore, and had a good time poking around. However, he pulled an urban faux pas and peed on Lisa’s garden. Wash those veggies well.
He was also eager to meet everyone. He went to both Jodi and Lisa and greeted them. And then the dogs met. I was worried about this – Smokey and Zoey have known each other for years, and have set their way of doing things. I wasn’t sure how to best fold Bosco into that, and Robyn gave me lots of advice. When the dogs met, it was so uneventful – all three went nose-to-nose and then nose-to-heinie. Then it was like “Okay, what’s next?” We moved to the basement to monitor the interaction a little more closely, and they followed each other around, and made sure their person didn’t get too lovey with the other dogs, nosing their way in between.
Then we moved upstairs. Bosco sampled a few of Smokey’s toys, and then discovered what might be his favorite thing in the world – laying under the kitchen table and listening to people talk.
He had a good time, and we took this cute photo of them waiting for Jodi to give them treats:
And I learned a big lesson – Jodi and Lisa didn’t know the intricacies of Bosco’s history, and didn’t approach him as a dog with fears. I did not point out things that would scare him. To them, he was just good looking good boy. At one point when he squished himself into a corner, Jodi told him to come out so she could pet him, and he did.
He was treated as a dog without issues, and as a result, he did not present them. Bosco had a normal day, and did what millions of dogs do.
That’s what we’ve been working toward all year. Happy anniversary big boy.