Happy day 46: Monday
Back to work, came home after lunch to check on the dog. He peed at the back door, but I didn't scold him -- he's in a new environment, and he's still learning.
Also discovered he's clever. His water bowl is on top of a bucket with a lid that holds his dog kibble. When I left in the morning, the bucket was sitting on the floor leaning against the end of the counter. When I got home from work, the bucket was on its side, leaning on the counter, but it was inside the "L" shape of the counter, and there was kibble on the floor all around it. The water bowl was on top of the bucket, upside down. Which means (to me, anyway), that the dog moved the bucket, opened it, snacked on some of the kibble (half of what was left was missing), and then put the bowl back on top of it (upside down), so that I wouldn't notice that he was up to no good. LOL. Silly dog.
Happy day 47: Tuesday
Came home from work, later than the day before, and the poor dog made a mess -- he had a bout of diarreah. Didn't scold him, because I knew it was an accident.
Happy day 48: Wednesday
Came home at lunch time to check on the dog. He was ok, so I took him for a walk and then went back to the office.
After dinner, later in the evening, I went dancing, had a fantastic time. When I got home, I found another sign that the dog is clever. He didn't make a mess. I had left an open (but sealed) bag of icing sugar on a tray that was sitting on top of the toaster. There was about a cup of sugar left in the bag. I found the bag on the floor next to the fridge, with the tie carefully removed (it was intact), but the bag itself had a hole the about the size of a silver dollar, and half the icing sugar was gone.
Happy day 49: Thursday
Woke up late, and fed the dog, who didn't eat right away. Since I have to wait 45 minutes after he eats, I started on some chores. About five minutes after eating, he suddenly squats and has a huge dump right on the floor in the kitchen -- it was soft and looked more like a cow pie than a poop, but by the time he was done, it was coming out in liquid form... diarreah again. I figured it was the icing sugar he ate the night before.
I cleaned up, got ready for work, and then took the dog for a walk, since 45 minutes had passed since he ate. Good thing, because he had a liquid poo. Brought him home, and went to work. At lunch time, I headed to the store and picked up some new dog food (as per instructions from the SPCA), and dropped it off at home. Took the dog for a walk, and then went back to the office. Nothing for me to find when I got home.
The dog is really a good dog. I actually look forward to taking him for his walks. I love how the walking is changing the way I look. I also love how I am beginning to feel. Even though we don't walk at a super fast pace, I am still moving, and my body feels great! My clothes are fitting loose, and I have a lot more energy.
I find that once we've made our trip around the track, I still feel like walking, so today, for both of our evening walks, we ended up going for a walk around the block before we went home.
The dog loves his walks too! So it's win-win!
I think tomorrow we will start going around the track twice -- 2 km!
Life is good!