We collected Mater from the rescue group on Saturday afternoon. The morning was a whirlwind of preparation that included hiding all the Crocs, shopping for just the right toy, and a good deal of mental freaking out (me) and hand wringing (me again).
The ride home was fairly uneventful, except that we discovered that Mater has an extraordinary case of gas due to his antibiotic intake. So we quickly instituted a role reversal, and he was the only passenger with his head inside the van.
As we were allowing him to roam his new digs, we heard the unmistakeable sign of a dog lapping up water. Which was odd, given that I hadn’t put his water dish down.
It seems that young Jensen made it a point to go through the house lifting all toilet lids so his new charge could have a fresh beverage. Sadly though, Jensen has an issue with forgetting to flush.
And reason #245 why I will not allow Mater to lick my face.
The baby gates have been reinstated. Just when I thought I had gotten my house back. And to make things more interesting, Mater came with a large wire black crate (which I think I could fit into). It’s in our Family Room, and I have no idea how I’m going to make it blend in with the decor. He willingly goes in when we eat dinner, if we need to leave the house, and at night. The only time I’ve heard him bark was when he perceived a squirrel on the other side of the privacy fence in our back yard. Wherein he took a running leap and I thought he was going to clear the 6 foot fence. The dog runs like a gazelle. The offspring are all having a blast playing with him in the back yard.
He loves long walks with the family, so I’m getting more exercise than I’ve gotten in a good two years. On our first outing after arriving home, Mater presented us with the largest poop I’ve ever witnessed. I swear it was the size of my arm. I actually stood gagging on the sidewalk, while Fiddledaddy scooped it up into the requisite plastic bag. Therefore, I’ve assigned myself to his other end, and I’m in charge of the feeding.
Mater has settled in well and I do believe he’s absolutely giddy about all the love and attention he’s getting. Fiddledaddy has borrowed from the library every DVD that features The Dog Whisperer and has made it his mission to start us off on the right track to training. Mater has already come to the conclusion that Fiddledaddy is the leader of the pack.
I know that life will never be the same. Because of a rescue dog named Mater, we are now a party of 6.