Tobi is a Godsend.
Tobin means God is good apparently.
I feel blessed.
He's the embodiment of love and affection.
His trust alone is enough to make you weep.
The little guy left his dog parents and his nice human parents, traveled to a new home across the city, and moved in with three adults he'd never seen before.
And yet, every time one of us came around a corner yesterday on his first full day he was overjoyed to see us.
He's just fun fun fun and happy happy happy happy.
He and I went for two long walks yesterday.
one was in the morning with Nina to the Riverview coffee shop.
He loved that.
The second walk was late in the day because my film writing class was rescheduled so I had the evening free.
He and I walked to the Minnehaha Falls area along the river walk.
There was a great thaw yesterday and the ice and snow turned to icy deep water everywhere.
I think I over did it with the little guy, because when we got back he had some water and some food and then curled up in a ball on my lap on the sofa and slept for a long while.
Eventually he woke up and played ball and bounded around the living room all evening.
When it was time for me to go to bed, I was nervous that he wouldn't want to sleep and then I wouldn't be able to sleep.
But when I got into my pajamas and got into bed, he jumped right up on the bed and curled up with me and went to sleep.
Rob always comes to bed very late, or very early in the morning, because of his music producing career.
I was worried the puppy would be afraid if Rob came in very late and woke him.
But, again, the little guy was wonderful.
He greeted Rob happily and when Rob got into bed Tobi curled up next to him and rested his little chin on Rob's arm.
When I woke up early this morning Tobi was sleeping soundly at the top of Rob's pillow, above his head.
The little guy's got his own ideas, that's for sure.
I'm not the person I used to be.
Puppies were in crates crying all night.
Puppies were in pens in the kitchen.
Puppies were a frantic messy problem to be dealt with constantly until they grew up.
The new me is loving every tenderhearted minute of this puppy.
And he hasn't had an accident in the house yet.
He has a 100% success rate.
Granted I'm making his success possible by taking him out a lot.
But he's still winning at life and that's his doing.
I couldn't be happier.
The next step will be to get him to the vet and get him checked out and neutered.
I'm going to find out more about that today.
I think I qualify for the low income neutering program at the Humane Society, but that isn't as nice for him as getting a full check up at a vet.
So, we'll see.
I'm going to call the vet I've always gone to today and see what they say about costs.
Okay, happy day to you.
If you don't like puppies my blog may be a disappointment to you.
Hang in there, I'll get over it........eventually..........