Lewis P. Wellington is reaching his 5th month on Wednesday. He's got missing teeth, loose teeth and a few chew marks where they don't belong to show for the new replacements that are coming in. Even so, he's a keeper.
He's housetrained now, and knows his rudimentary commands. He can sit, lie down and come to me when I call. I haven't worked on "stay", so I won't judge him that he can't do that. He can, however, do an excellent imitation of a zombie when the mood strikes him. He stands on his hind legs, lifts his front legs up over his head and growls as he walks towards me- it's terrifying, I tell you.
Today I introduced the collar... again. We've tried them off and on, almost from day one, but he doesn't like them. Instead, I use a vest-style harness to take him for walks. However, he'll be coming with me soon to BC to visit my sister and her boys, and he needs tags for that. So, the collar is back on. The weight must be oppressive, because he lies down for hours with his chin flat on the floor until I take it off.
He's gravity challenged... not that gravity won't hold him down, but in that he's seemingly unaware of it. He climbs, jumps, dives and rolls as though he's got no concept of it, or fear of landing.
This week, after what seemed like forever, he became a lap dog and started to ask to lie on my lap. Finally, after almost six weeks, I get to sit down for more than 2 minutes and relax.
A Shout in the Night
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