Toto has arrived!

What are you lookin' at?

After a week of anticipation, Toto finally arrived with much trepidation. He was truly scared when he was unloaded from the transport trailer. After a few days he's perked right up. We are training him on the electric fence and taking him for walks. Right after I got the choke collar, he was much improved on the leash. Cars scare him. Barking dogs scare him. The goats and pedestrians scare him. He easily could have died on walk one by being hit by a car - luckily his collar was on tight enough so he couldn't slip out.

Barbara, who we meeet on our graveyard walks, said "Who do you look at all day? They are both so cute - meaning Daniel and Toto." She also said (like everyone) "He is so cute" and "You must have fallen in love."

We all have, not so much because of the cuteness factor but because he is so darn affectionate. Though after this mornings walk he downright smells - unfortunately like feces. Perhaps it's time for his first bath, here.

All in all he's settled right in and hasn't peed or pooped in the house once. The only issue is the night time. On night one he cried so much in his crate that after 5 minutes I let him out and slept on the couch. On night two I put the crate in the basement and slept like a baby. On night three my son Matt woke me up to say Toto was crying. Yes he was and loud - even though the crate far away. He seemed fine in the morning and his foster mom said he cried for her too the first few nights. She brought the crate in her bedroom but I don't think that would go over too well here.

I am so tempted to just let him loose in the house at night and see what happens but his foster mom recommended NO.

Doug says the dog is very lucky but if you met him you would say we all are.