Hi y'all! Everything went like clockwork, the folks at the cargo facility enjoyed the idea we were getting a pup. I first spotted a pallet with a large dog crate and one the same size come into the building on a forklift. Then I saw a single crate with rope netting securing the kennel to the pallet, and all I could see was maybe 2 erect ears....the kind lady agent pointed at the crate...he was IN THERE!
It took both of us to carry the crate out to the camper 100 feet with the shifting, whining load moving around inside! Missy didn't see this part! His crate had an absorbent blanket which wasn't smelly and seemed almost dry, so we went straight into the camper with it, and left Missy in the truck. We had shade under the elevated train tracks, and nobody around. So it was time to open the crate door.
Of course, Mr. Mechanic had to help me. So much for the theory that they bond to the person who sets them free - Superesse was planning on it being her! But the puppy was adorable! I forgot how fast-moving they are! He did climb right up in my lap as I sat on the floor with him, and went right for my wrist, gnawing and it and whining! So I got the message: said he was HONGRY! And THIRSTY! We gave him water out of a water bottle, and he wanted that, then I pulled out the bag of kibbles and when he heard the crinkle, he knew exactly what was coming! (Of course he could have smelled it, says H.) He put his nose hard down into the little kibble plastic bag, so far in I had to extract his head, so he wouldn't suffocate as he chewed down!! He was FRANTIC to be fed!
I had to act quick to save a few, since it was almost a full cup. I was thinking he'd barf it all back up if it was too much. But then he focused on the orange teething toy we brought, and went to work on it...for a while. I wanted to send you all that photo! But I was a bit busy!! Soon, he moved his attention to the cut edge of the carpet piece we'd put down over the camper's carpet to dog proof. I think he could smell our old boy, whose favorite spot had been that place. He was right behind me, and I didn't see that he got right to work pulling threads out of the carpet, in about 30 seconds! No no no and here's your chew toy. I really didn't care if he was having a blast, but H said "We don't want to even start with that behavior!" He's right, of course.
So I sat with him and alternated chew toys, put on a puppy slip leash and we took our first walk on American "soil" blacktop near a truck parking area. He wanted to sniff everything, even the tractor trailer steps nearby. He showed no need to potty, too fascinated by everything. Then he suddenly decided he wanted to head back to his fun "den" and came right back to be lifted up into the camper! H went up to the truck for something, and closed the screen door at my request. (H still doesn't realize a dog seeing an open door is going to want to go out of it, and follow!) But the pup was so cute, he put his nose to the screen door and looked, waiting for H to come back. Another beautiful moment!
But you should have seen the welcoming committee H got when he came back! Pup jumped on his neck and nibbled his hair as he just bent down inside the doorway, 3 feet off the ground! Wow....lost another one to the Man with the Truck! I think this is hardwired into these dogs: the menz comes and goes with the good stuff, and the womenz sits here feeding me....
So finally we had time, just me and him, while H went back to "tell" Missy the news, I guess. He said she smelled his hand but wasn't interested in the blanket he brought back to let her sniff. And after he had played a while with his toys, I saw him standing facing the back of the crate which I'd left with its door open, like he wanted to go check something out. I forgot boy pups don't squat to pee...soon I saw a yellow stain forming on the carpet remnant, and grabbed the paper towel roll to blot it fast as I could. So then pup backs his butt into the corner as close to the door hinge side as he could...and guess what else he did?! Good boy! So after more Momma Magic, and luring him back into the crate with the teething ring, after he strenuously resisted being gently lifted in, and gnawed my arm in protest, I shut the crate door and quietly left the camper. I will check on him in a bit, and maybe we can let Missy see him through the camper door. I think he's going to be okay!