We took Dexter “The Duper Dog” out for a walk and a spin in the truck after work today. Amy and I were looking at photos of him as a puppy this evening. He’s grown so much. If you cupped your hands together, he could comfortable fit in them when we first met. We fostered him to help the SPCA out with space almost six months ago. Someone found him under the steps of a convenient store where he apparently had spent the previous two days. I was opposed to the idea of taking him in at first (he was only about 3 weeks old) but we kept him for over two weeks and then he was going to be sent to Halifax to another shelter. Wouldn’t you know it though, the little bugger grew on me and now he sleeps in my bed…and sometimes chews the furniture…and chases my cats to the point where they are frantic (but over the last few months, I’ve noticed they’ve been teasing him, actually wanting him to chase them – I guess he’s grown on all of us).
When we first introduced Dexter to the truck, he totally freaked out and cried constantly. Finally, he’s starting to get used to traveling in the vehicle and he’s doing what all dogs do – looking out the windows with his head and tongue hanging out, chewing and spreading forgotten trash all over the back seats, and fighting to get in the front seats, regardless of who he has to sit on. When you are able to clearly deliver the message that the front seats are forbidden, he retreats with sad eyes and when all is quiet, he slyly and silently stretches his neck out just far enough to stick his tongue in your ear, licking it three times before you can even react. All that said, I wouldn’t change him. He’s changed me quite a bit though, but that’s for another post.
I took the following photos on our drive this evening with the help of the side view mirrors.