August 16 2000 I got my first dog. He was housed in a research facility in the basement of a major university hospital. I sat on the floor in the corridor while the research vet went into a door on my right to get him. It was Saturday morning - he was being snuck out. To my left was a door to a monkey room. I knew this because I could hear their shrieks.
Will was brought out with his own orange leash, a leash I still have. We walked him to my car and helped him in. The vet warned me he wasn't house trained and that I should tie him out. When I got him home I found out he could not go up stairs. I had to move his paws up the three steps to my front door. I tied him out and he was so terrified I never did it again.
He found my bed and got on it. I tried to put some plastic under him and he jumped down. It was eight years before he would get on furniture again.
I'm so glad you're in my life Sweet William.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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