Bo, our new foster boy, via Lab Rescue arrived late yesterday afternoon. After letting him explore the yard and unwind from his time in the kennel, it was time to come inside. Carl is out of town, so one-on-one intros were limited and guarded. This is partly because Bo comes from a "puppy mill" and was used as a stud-dog, until last year when he went blind. He is "unaltered" and my concern about his hormones, especially around our boys has made me overly cautious. I didn't want there to be any problems, especially on the first day
... and especially with Todd who you may be surprised to know can be a little bossy. (I know, a shock, right?)
It turned into a quiet evening. After dinner and another trip outside, it was lights out for Bo -- Even before I could get a dog bed for him, he was out for the count!
At about 3 o'clock this morning, he was stirring in the crate so I took him out not thinking I'd have an entourage following us. I held my breath as Charlie, Sunny and of course Todd all quietly met the new boy. It went well, and soon we were back in bed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was feeling a little more sure about Bo this morning on our first walk, so I just let the dogs interact with him. I was so grateful that it had gone well!
Bo is understandably unsure and very tentative about his new surroundings. Unlike Deizel who I thought could see a little, I am pretty sure that Bo's matured cataracts don't allow him to see at all.
But he'll wag his tail when I speak to him or when he hears me call him from across the yard.
He is really a nice boy that enjoys and eagerly soaks up attention, that I am more than happy to give. And despite some uncertainty about his long-term-health, I hope he knows he's going to be okay.