Gunner is settling in nicely. Biggest problem so far is that he won’t leave me alone long enough to take his picture.
Well, that and the fact that he has been abandoned just a few times too many… and so when Carey left this morning he decided to go with him… by following his car… on foot… at full speed… clear to the highway where he ran into traffic. I could hear the honking, even though I was so far behind I couldn’t see him. Please don’t yell at me about this. It was a temporary oversight. I had to call Carey to come back. As soon as Gunner saw his car return, he calmed down and came running up to us.
Poor guy. He doesn’t know yet that he won’t be abandoned again. He also cries when I leave the room.
I haven’t told his whole story online because I don’t want it getting back to the wrong people. But he’s had it tough. And yet he’s the sweetest, calmest guy ever. And he adores the kids. The only way I can get a decent picture is to get them to distract him.
Everett and Gunner are exactly alike. Neither has ever met anyone who wasn’t their best friend. They already love each other immeasurably.
Gunner is also the smartest dog I’ve ever worked with. His foster mom trained him in basic commands–sit, come, down, off. Since he’s been here, we’ve added “heel” and “stay” and “shake” and he already gets what we want from him and is happy to comply. Such a great guy.
He also follows me around the house all day.
The only one not happy about the new arrangement is the cat. I hope she’ll get over it.