I've been missing in writing-action lately, so thought I'd post a few photos of the wonder dog. He's around 4 years old and only been with us for around 4 months. And boy, has he changed since he came home!
When we got him, he was not keen on men. I mean, not keen at all. Some men scared him into submission (literally onto his back) as soon as they came up the driveway, let alone into the house. Not anymore. He's happy to sniff a hello. Plus, he's now met horses for the first time (big friends!) courtesy of derring-do daughter's workplace (and full-time home): the stables.
He now knows what it feels like to run with a pack of his own kind. When we took him from the refuge, we knew he had issues with other big dogs (and believe me, at around 45 kilos, Churchill, or Churchy as he's known, is one powerful "lemme get 'em" dog. Not that we ever let him get 'em so have no idea what he might have done but his bark and growl comes from a very big powerful chest).
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes - he was introduced to the dogs at the stables (all rescued in one form or another) and guess what? He couldn't believe his luck! He just blended in. He knew his place (probably because he'd never had one before in his own doggie world - the poor love. We think he was probably kept behind a fence most of his life. And don't want to have to think about whatever else happened to him but it certainly happened...). He's now happy to keep an eye on the pack, and wander with them, say hi and sniff what they sniff and then pee on it, but never goes off too far on his own. Never out of "where are my mum or dad" distance. He comes back to us! (Without us even teaching him this important lesson.)
Lovely boy. A joy to have around.
Oh, I forgot the horse photo! Here it is. Churchill meeting his very first (and very pregnant) horse...Lily.
Lily the horse has now had her very cute and adorable daughter, Lulu.
We knew within a week or two of having Churchill in our home that he was a smart boy. We also thought he'd probably take a long time to adjust full time to his full time role as a member of our household. What we didn't reckon on was his ability and obvious need (comes from his intelligence, I think, not only a need) to just live life as a dog is supposed to live it: loved, with other dogs, with children (he's good with them but never alone with them), with his family, in his own bed every night (with his family).
Thank you, oh powers that be, for sending us Churchill. He's the perfect dog for us. Next up, we need to get him a smaller dog for a friend around the house because he loves our two cats to bits n pieces, but they don't want to play with his rope toys...and he can't understand why not.
PS More coming soon on the stables and how Churchill got to spend so many weeks every day out there with me and my husband. And how I will never look at a sheet of seriously mega-heavy 10 metre long conveyor belting again without feeling sick...