Settling In

Elliot scoped out his new home and checked out my husband, Bill, who was immediately drawn to the gentle giant.

Once their relationship was established, I took Elliot out to familiarize him with the neighborhood, first giving him his initial lesson in allowing me to enter and leave the house before him. He understood the commands “sit” and “come” and was a quick learner. He was anxious to please.

It was Bill who noticed the dog was favoring his right rear leg.

“They didn’t mention any leg problem at the shelter,” I said. “Everything seemed fine. He’s had all his shots, no heartworm, and the eye stitches are due out in a week.”

“His eye is red,” said Bill

“I asked whether it needed any medication and they said ‘no.’ If he continues limping, I will take him to the vet.”

That night Elliot did not eat dinner. And, although I imagined it was because everything was so new, I was a bit worried. His ribs stuck out. He was too thin.

However, he settled on the living room floor, where he remained, after managing to snag one of my bedroom slippers to chew. I did my best to remove any chewable items I could find, including pillows on the sofa.

I took him out again before going to bed, then spent the night wondering whether he had found anything else to chew and whether I would wake up to find he had done his business on the rug. It had been a long time since I had to deal with puppy problems. Now it looked like there might be health problems too. I would find out soon enough.