I shall try hard not to bore you all with endless dog stories in the future but just for today it’s all about Rick.
Early (because of the heat) yesterday morning we met Rick’s foster mum, Marie Christine, and took him for a long, supervised walk along the River Lot in Cahors. Apparently we passed the test! We then had to spend a few hours killing time in Cahors before we met up again at the Dog Refuge (it didn’t open until 3.00 p.m.) in order to sort out the necessary paperwork. Everything seemed to take forever and I was just desperate to get him into the car and introduce him to his new home. Finally we were posing for happy face adoption photos, saying our farewells and on our way home.
We had been warned that he barks incessantly in the car. He behaved beautifully, one little bark at a passing lorry.
Today we went out for an early morning walk through the chestnut woods. He has met Diane (a brunette) and Joy (a redhead) and they all sniffed each other’s bums. He has barked at the sparrows and sat patiently while his new owners tried to figure out how to put his harness on. He pulls a bit so the harness is a lot kinder than just a collar and leash.
He is affectionate, doesn’t snore and doesn’t climb on the furniture. At the moment he is just too good to be true. I love him to bits.