This is the story of our dog. Yesterday, we took home Clover from the sweetest foster family in Connecticut. He is a 3 month old puppy of questionable origins. He was saved from a kill shelter in Alabama along with the rest of his liter (6 puppies total) to Double Dog Rescue up north. It sounds like he spent 4 days traveling with 150 other dogs and was happy and unfazed when he came out of the truck. He has a mellow but curious temperament.
When I met him, he spent several minutes saying hello, licking, and wagging so I was a goner. We took him for a successful walk. Then it was off to Pet Smart.
At the store, we were approached by a women with very strong views about how we should and should not care for little Clover. Each instruction was followed with a line about a dog choking to his death. Apparently, she has 7 dogs. It was like a Saturday Night Live skit but she was a real person and she was serious.
Since we live in New York City, there are plenty of places we can go to pick up additional items to care for our pet so we got only the basics. Once we arrived in the apartment, he was scared of the stairs leading up to our third floor apartment so I carried him. It took three walks and holding his pee until 1:00am before he would go outside.
The occasional noise from the street will upset him or invite a bark but he is otherwise adjusting well.
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