This afternoon, we picked Tanner up from the vet’s, where we’d taken him Monday evening to be neutered on Tuesday. We would have picked him up on Tuesday, but it seems that he metabolized the anesthesia more slowly than some dogs and thus they wanted to keep him overnight.
He is such a sweet boy. For most of the afternoon, he’s been lying right here next to my chair as I work. Once, he started acting a little anxious and looking hard at me. I finally figured out that he was saying "May I please get in your lap for a while?" So, I picked him up and held him in my lap for about 15 minutes. Yes, it’s hard to type with a normal-sized Sheltie lying across my lap, head over my left forearm. But it’s also soooooo rewarding to watch him fall asleep in my arms and sigh contentedly.
Somewhat to my surprise, little old Olivia is madly in love with him. She can barely hobble around most of the time and yet she’ll walk over to him with her pathetically short and thin tail wagging to beat the band. He’s not so sure, although he likes all the girls (and will continue to do so for a couple of weeks…or more…until the testosterone in his blood diminishes). Even timid Sienna just adores being around him
Tanner’s coat is most assuredly not a "proper" Sheltie coat — you know, harsh outer layer to repel the rain and snow, dense inner coat to protect against the cold. It’s soft as down and a real pleasure to nuzzle…
Our friend Cynthia was chatting recently about how she loves all of her six dogs and cherishes each one’s individual personalities. Well, I don’t have the privilege of having a crew comprising only (or almost only) our own dogs. We have the problem of high turnover. And, yet, there are dogs that stand out from the crowd, even years after they’ve crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I think Tanner might well turn out to be one of those.
I’m really enjoying the prospect of working with a deaf, but not blind, Sheltie. This will be a great comparison between him and Tommy in a lot of ways. Clearly, Tanner will be much easier to train than Tommy simply because he has sight. He already knows a bunch of hand signals, his relinquishing Mom told us. Unfortunately, I neglected to get them to teach those signals to me. I only know a couple: sit, and down. And Barbara and I decided this afternoon to teach him a signal for "go potty". No, it’s not what you’re probably imagining!
On this day..
- Being a Corporation – 2010