Last night we slept on the couch together for a bit. He laid on my feet and I had to move almost immediately. Those hip bones are no joke! After a while, I received my first kiss from him - a gentle lick upon my chin when he needed to go out.
Later he went to my bedroom and laid in the floor. The bed is high and I don't want him injured, so I brought his plush bed in there and that's where we spent the rest of the night.
This morning he woke me up with a whine and we went outside. He vomited a stringy, slimy yellow substance. Prior to that he'd been eating pretty well and finally pooping, so this is new. I read that it could be a lot of things going on with him, especially with the condition he's in. I'm not super concerned because he is seeing the vet tomorrow morning and he's not acting as though he feels any worse than usual.
For now, he's choosing to soak up some sun (in the fenced-in back yard). After as wet and cloudy as it's been I don't blame him. The warmth feels nice. I'm sitting with him for now, but I'll have to get ready to start the day soon. I'm not worried, though. He already knows how to get back in the house if I leave the door cracked. It's really crazy how fast he's adapted to house life, especially without another dog here to show him the ropes.
I can tell that he has known love, but I'm most shocked by his amazing house manners. It's hard to believe he had homeless owners. This sweet Oreo is one smart cookie. 😉 I feel that he communicates what he wants pretty well while remaining very respectful. Like last night when I checked on him and he was ready to see the rest of the house. He came up to me and paused while looking me in the eyes, then slowly (but not apprehensively) passed through the doorway, giving me plenty of time to stop him if it was unacceptable.
I don't know, y'all. I've had foster situations that worked out with varying levels of ease, but this one is going as smooth as butter. I'm over here feeling like the lucky one to have met him. ❤️
