It is one year today since Shylo came to stay with us. He doesn't always start out the night in our bed, probably because Mandy is jumping all over him asking him to play. When she is too pesty he will go and curl up in his favorite rocking chair. After all of his humans have gone to sleep and his four legged friends Mandy, Tigger and Saki have drifted off . . . that's when he quietly gets up on the bed with all of us. I never feel him getting up on the bed but he is always there in the morning when I wake up. Usually Mandy is the first one I am aware of in the morning; she starts wiggling around or making her cute little gremlin sounds and waits for me to get up. Tigger is always the last, he likes to "sleep in" (he is 12 years old and has earned his rest) This morning, Shylo did this "commando crawl" and worked his way up along side of me. Then he gave me little kisses and rested his chin on me. I think he was saying "thank you" for agreeing to foster him when nobody else wanted him. He is so sweet and definitely part of the family. I'm glad nobody wanted him; I think he is too.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
|Let the games begin!|
|Where's the treat?|
Saturday, February 15, 2014
|All we can see are tails!|
Shylo has really settled in and become one of the gang. He is now wrestling with Tigger our 11 year old Shih Tzu/Lhasa mix. Mandy looks a little confused since she thinks she is the only one Shylo should play with. It is a wonderful process watching Shylo (as my husband puts it) becoming a real dog. I had no idea what I was getting into fostering a "mill puppy", but it is incredibly rewarding. One by one the issues are going away; he really is a sweety.
|There they are!|
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
When Shylo first came to us, I don't think he knew he was a dog. He had no idea how to play; he didn't know what a ball was. Now, after two and a half months, he is a totally different dog. He loves chasing a ball around the house and better yet he loves chasing Mandy around the house. Since winter has arrived in CT he doesn't get to spend much time outside, mainly because it is too cold or too muddy. He and Mandy barrel around the table in our sun room and then tear up the hall to my studio where they will wrestle for a while or turn around go back down the hall and repeat the process.
Not to be outdone, Mandy (who is much smaller), runs behind a wicker chest when he is chasing her. He stops . . . looking for her and she pops out from behind the other side of the chest and its GAME ON! Can they possibly be any cuter?