Louis, an update
Morning! Very happy this morning as not only can I see again (well, 90 percent), but we seem to be making slow progress with Louis.
As you’ll remember when I introduced him, our latest foster doggy Louis (latest AKA being ‘Loofah’ or ‘Luigi Per Favore’ or ‘oh bloody hell not again!!!!’) has a whole raft of strange issues. We’re working on his fear of being left alone (this entails the quite bonkers-making therapy of getting on your coat, picking up your keys and bag, then going out, then coming back in again, then doing it all again until he becomes bored with the whole process and forgets to be scared of being all on his tod, as well as ignoring him when we’re either leaving or arriving so it’s not a big deal). His house training generally leaves a bit to be desired, but his all-round people skills are improving no end. He’s a little better with his own company and doesn’t insist on following everyone around so that they turn around and trip over him, whereupon he flees to his bed quaking yet again. He doesn’t even like being alone in the kitchen when people are in the house, but if you pop in every so often, pretending he’s not there, it seems to comfort him. In the evening he prefers to be in his bed in the kitchen rather than in the lounge. We think this could just be because he gets too hot, but preferring his own company is another step towards his being a bit more confident so it’s all good. He’s even up for the odd game with his squeaky football, a video of which is available on YouTube:
J&C have been fantastically supportive of our fostering, happily answering dozens of questions and listening patiently to all our moaning when things go wrong. I have to say that the pressure is somewhat lessened when you’re aware that you’re just fostering, especially as the end result should be a happy dog ready to make a wonderful addition to some lucky family. Ooh, talking of J&C, I also meant to tell you I went with them a while back to wave off little Dizzy who has found a new home in Shropshire. A happy ending there then.
And finally, here’s a little thought for the day, which I read on a forum and thought it was incredibly true: ‘We all get heavier as we get older because there’s a lot more information in our heads. So I’m not putting on weight, I’m just really intelligent and my head couldn’t hold any more so it started filling up the rest of me.’?
