Had a nice (albeit brief) visit to Vermont the past few days. Carlton left for Montana today for snowboarding, so I went to pick up Colby. I brought Harry, thinking it'd be nice for him and Colby to meet on Colby's turf (they met once before in my backyard which was new territory for both, and they just did a lot of sniffing and peeing on the fence). Colby was tickled pink to see Harry, and Harry was mostly indifferent. We took them for a walk to the park where they did interact a little bit more. (Chasing each other around at top speed!) I think the car trip was stressful for poor Harry. He drooled a lot, threw up and didn't eat his dinner. His appetite was back the next day though, as was his prey drive...Spruce the cat is NOT a fan of Harry! I assumed Harry was fine with cats, because he's fine with Dusty (Cocoa's cat who is pretty dang sedentary). Spruce, on the other hand, is young, spry, and likes to run around. We were sitting in the living room, the dogs were chewing their bones, and suddenly Harry started making a crying sound. It sounded like he was in pain. Then he jumped up and tore after Spruce. There was a little standoff, a skirmish, then Spruce hid in the bathroom and Harry ate some poop out of the litter box. Such excitement!
I was able to see my friend Ann while I was there. Ann is my dog-training mentor and trainer. (I was an apprentice dog-trainer, she was the dog-whisperer!) She liked Harry a lot. In fact, everyone who meets Harry likes him a lot! I've had many people tell me "he's a keeper!" He truly is such a sweet guy, and pretty easy to train. But I've also been getting more and more depressed about Gonzo this past week. I'll be dog-sitting for Colby while Carlton is in Montana, and I'm so glad to be able to spend time with him. He was our first dog, and we had him for two years before we got Gonzo. It's been a while since it was just me and Colbs. I miss him, and he's still alive! I feel like I took Gonzo for granted for 2 years, thinking I had another 10 years with him. I don't want to take Colby for granted either, and I am feeling like I'm not ready to share my heart with a new dog. I'm ready to give my love to Colby and the rest of my heart is still Gonzo's. I still think there is another dog out there for me, but Harry is too similar to and too different from Gonzo at this point.
Maybe I'm feeling over tired. It's been a long day. Sigh.
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Good luck with Harry, hope all goes well. I have a rescue American Foxhound named Harry too and he's been the greatest joy. Hounds can be of the nervous sort especially when they have gone through something traumatic, have patience, he'll come around. Best of luck!
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