Marshall Chapter 5. - Our Trip Home
All day Wednesday I drove in the hot desert air, my only stops along the way were at gas stations and rest stops to let the dogs out. Poor little Marshall was too terrified at these places even to pee. I did my best to find a quiet parking place without activity. Still, as the blades of grass blew in the wind he nearly had a meltdown from fear.
Every time my two dogs barked at something outside the car I thought this poor little Jack would have a stroke. It was obvious that learning how to be a dog would be our first priority. Sharkey and Charm could certainly help him out there.
We arrived home in the dark of night. I let all three out in the fenced-in area in back. Marshall seemed all right off leash with the freedom to move about. I watched him wander from bush to bush; tail tucked between his legs and ears close to his head. My two generally ignored him but in a kind sort of way. It was almost as if they knew that too much overload would be difficult for him.
I made certain he took a long drink of water, did his business and had half an hour to walk about and stretch his legs. He cowered as I approached him to pick him up and bring him inside. I tucked him under my right arm and went up the back stairs. There would be lots to learn. We could start in the morning.