The days spent with Toku are anything but boring. When he first arrived, I had fourteen pairs of socks. I’m down to six and counting. We’re unsure why but he shows zero interest in my girlfriend’s socks, only mine. Also, shoes have begun rotating from one room to another one daily and various articles of clothing have gone missing. He’s becoming quite the little menace, and I have to admit, it’s been a lot of fun watching him come out of his shell a little more each day.
In other news, he did have one minor freakout. We synced up two shifts at the shelter and while out, he came at our beanbag with a vengeance and was screaming bloody murder upon our return, as though he’d been abandoned all over again.
Potential parents dropped by Yesterday to meet Toku. I’m not so sure how I feel about them. They’re good people, sure. They’re just a tad young and I have my doubts as to whether they’re at the stage in their relationship yet where they’re ready to make that sort of commitment. Call me cautious.
Our short-term foster dog arrived earlier today. She’s only here for four days but has already managed to make herself at home. I won’t say that our attempt at socializing the two has gone well thus far, because it hasn’t. Toku’s doing his best to avoid all forms of interaction and that’s okay. This sort of thing takes time, it’s a process.
Several of the volunteers at our shelter came together to fund some basic dog-training for Toku as such is inexpensive where we live and we all thought it was a good idea given the circumstances. Toku starts later this week, and our hopes are that whoever adopts Toku appreciates the time, effort and love we’re putting forth into helping him flourish.
