So, Boo has left the building. I went to take pics of him today and the camera battery was dead, so this one was sent by his previous people.
It's very quiet here now and very calm. Almost from the minute he left, both of our dogs did a complete transformation, back to the social butterflies that they normally are. Sonic's tummy troubles seem to be gone as well.
Of course, he wasn't all bad and I wavered between thinking he was a sweet, goofy pup to the dog from hell. Mostly he was pretty sweet though and not at fault for his poor start in life. The person who is fostering him now has a much different training style than me. It's one that I am not comfortable doing myself as our dogs are very soft. It's totally different when you have a dog who is very headstrong. I have heard he is already starting to calm down. Poor Boo, he won't know what's hit him.
OK, I have to caution you that I am going to resort to my "chicken plucker" vocabulary here....BAD WORD ALERT!
I took Mr. Boo for a last run up and down the sides of the ravine by the house to calm him down before we took him to his new place today. He got in one last parting shot when he came charging up behind me on the trail, carrying a huge stick.....actually more like a small tree. Must've been 5 feet long. He whacked me behind the knees with it and sent me flying face first. I'm laying with a face full of mud in the trail, pissed off as all get out telling Mr. Boo that he is a friggin' asshole dog.
Did I say it's so quiet here now? I am very relieved and will miss some of his antics, but all in all, I am glad he's out of here. Tess and Sonic are still doing a happy dance.
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