Marshall Chapter 38. A Happy Dog
I am relieved to say the least. Thrilled to say the most. Marshall is back to his normal (normal being a relative term) self.
His stay at the vet’s kennel left him frightened and cautious. He could hardly move from his lack of exercise, not the fault of the kennel staff, but he was so frightened he stayed in one place. With his arthritis he’s got to move many hours a day to stay on all four legs.
He’s now running again and seems to be over his fear of me. In fact, we have a visiting relative at the moment and he has approached her and allowed her to pet him. This is always a good sign. He’s also mastered going around some strange obstacles. Not consistently but at least relatively often. He was able to muster the courage to navigate a wide berth around a wheelchair in his path as well as a purse left on the floor. This may not seem like major accomplishments to most, but for him it’s terrific.
He seems to really like Indy, the rescue dog here for training and has learned that being a dog can actually be a very good thing. He happily comes to me for treats and actually begged for part of my sandwich the other day. I have high hopes for his future, and by high I mean that whether he ever learns to be a ‘normal’ dog or not, just to see him bounce along with his gimpy gait, happy as a clam while he pees on everything in the yard, seemingly unaware that he’s missed out in life, will have to be enough for me if that’s enough for him.
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