|Week 1 with Sonny|
I can't even begin to describe how much he's grown. The difference in his behavior from his first couple of weeks is indescribable. I could see it in his eyes; he went from petrified and frozen stiff to pure love and being full of wiggles.
When Sonny came home with me originally, he spent probably the first month in his crate, pressed up against the back bars so far that when he moved, you could see crate lines on his fur. When I'd come home at night, I'd walk over and let Buster and Roxy out of their crates and Sonny would ever-so-cautious come out of his crate, but only after I had walked away. I spent 90% of the time I was home thinking of creative ways to drop treats in his crate without spooking him. And slowly, I began to notice progress in his face and body language when I would approach his crate. It started with the fast-paced, only-moving-a-little-bit, still-nervous-and-unsure little tail wag, and it progressed to the full body wiggle and play invitations you see below:
When you work with a fearful dog, the little things are, in fact, monumental. Sonny is seriously special to me; I adore him to pieces. And I knew this day would come, where I would have to let him go, but I honestly didn't think it would be as soon as it was. If keeping a third dog was an option for us, it would be ridiculously unlikely that I would have let this dog go. Seeing him progress from the semi-feral dog he was, to the dog he is now, has been the most amazing thing to see. Sure, he'll always be a little special, I'm sure, but this dog is happy, despite whatever previous neglect or abuse he may have endured. He has such a zest for life, it's incredible. He gets the zoomies like a puppy, he squeaks tennis balls while rolling on his back, he chases toys, and he literally bounces around the yard like a bunny. He still flinches when something scares him, but he is recovering faster that he was before.
|Our last morning play session on Saturday.|