Mom and Dad recently came home from a long trip, and they’re still busy trying catch up on all little chores that piled up in their absence. That means I get another chance to write a post for Mom’s blog, and bring everyone up to date on how I’m settling into my new home.
I want to say up front that I love my new home and I love my new parents. But that doesn’t mean they don’t have some funny ideas that I still don’t understand. For instance, they are very big on something they call “house rules,” and they have a ton of them. No climbing on the furniture, no chewing on shoes, no begging for food at the table, no jumping on visitors, and so on and so on. I do my best, but sometimes I just can’t remember them all. Especially since some of them seem so silly! I mean, if they don’t want me to chew on shoes, why do they leave them unattended on the floor, where they are so darned tempting? Because let’s face it, leather shoes are the best chew toys ever!
They even have rules for the yard. I’m not supposed to bark at the big chocolate lab that lives behind us, even though she barks at me all the time. And Dad is always telling me to “Get rid of those *#*# chipmunks and voles,” but I still get in trouble whenever I go after them, just because it involves digging some rather large holes. But chipmunks and voles live underground for goodness sake, so how am I supposed to catch them if I can’t dig? Sometimes Mom and Dad just don’t think things through…..
I’m also learning that even though I was adopted from the animal shelter to be a part of the family, I don’t automatically get included in family vacations. They may go gallivanting off to fun places, but I get shipped off to the nearest boarding kennel. Still, it was a nice kennel, and Mom packed my favorite blanket and toys. She also signed me up for a few hours of group play time each day, which meant I got to run around in a big yard and play with all kinds of other dogs.
That went really well, until the very last day when a new dog came into the yard and said some really mean things to me. (I won’t repeat it word for word, because I’m way too classy to say such things.) Still, I’m not the sort of dog to take an insult lying down, so I let that dog know he had better not mess with me. Which explains why they told Mom that I’m still welcome to board at that kennel, but I don’t get to go to group play time anymore. But Mom told me that’s okay, not all dogs do well in big groups and that I’m a good dog even so. My parents may be awfully strict, but sometimes they say just the right things.
I’ve lived at two different animal shelters, so I know I’m lucky to have found a real home with people who love me. And I love them too, so I’ll keep trying to follow the rules (at least the ones I can remember), because that makes them happy. I’ve heard them brag about how well I’m doing adjusting to my new home, and that makes me very proud. Because we’re a family now and nothing is more important than that.