| me & oscar |
| me & Lily |
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| sitting on ground with them |
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| sitting on ground with them |
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| Fido gets real close, wants belly rub |
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| Belle is always close by |
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| Diesel, leader of the team, not paying me no mind yet |
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| Becca squeezing me in |
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| Bernie, watching over the whole experiment |
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| Later in the day, Lily bumps noses with me |
Finding a way to get close to them, so they feel relaxed and safe with me, but not becoming "just another dog" is what I'm up to this day. It's Sunday, we'd been together for almost 2 days. I sat on the ground, hung out in the spot in the yard known as the "safe zone" where they congregate after runs, and look out at the house. I didn't speak any dog's name unless they came up to me first. No calling them to me, because they're super responsive to what you ask of them. Some, like me, were suckers for the new connection, others still checking me out from afar. All good in dogland.
May we all be friendliness when we feel it's true, and keep our own counsel when our instincts say "wait a little longer..."
Lily








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