Almost two weeks have passed since I picked up my new pomeranian, Ozzie, from the transporter. He has been making great progress fitting in, learning schedules, and becoming a member of the “pack.”
Ozzie has discovered the countless squeaky toys and where they are kept. Both the elder Winston and recently-arrived Pezzie have their favorites, and when they head to the basket, that’s invariably what they’ll single out. It’s funny when Ozzie and Pezzie both try to grab the same toy. There is some give and take, but Pezzie keeps an eye on the new competition and when the opportunitty arises, he’ll grab that toy and bring it over to his humans to play.
Each dog has his own playing technique. Pezzie loves to fetch, catch and generally likes to play with people. Winston mock fights his toy, all the while going through his sounds repertoire. Ozzie plays like Winnie but also likes to involve people at times. We all love watching the circus.
Ozzie seems to be new to steps. It’s funny to watch him run up and down the steps since he sometimes bumbles “with two left feet.”
One thing is certain. Ozzie’s not at all fond of the leash – in fact, he despises it. This most likely goes back to his first home and some of his early abuse. I’m very sensitive to his leash worries and we are slowly learning, one step at a time. Ozzie is doing exceedingly well. Pretty soon, we may even be ready for a short outing.
This little guy has quickly adopted me. He sleeps on the bed next to me. He's there, in the same spot, all night and never moves. Pretty amazing. Winnie sleeps on the bed too but he's at the foot of the bed.
Ozzie is clean in the house. I’m so pleased. Of course, I keep a careful time watch and bring all three out for piddles. I want no accidents and keep all three under a watchful eye and some routine pit stops. I have a portable gate that I carry everywhere with me for now so that the dogs remain under some observation. Freedom comes with good behavior.
By golly, all three boys are being so good. Thank goodness. That was the one thing that concerned me – I mean three males? Each is a great little guy. Winnie especially shows the door.
They've established the pecking order with Ozzie in third place and Pezzie in first place. It has worked well. They each get their treats, petting, cuddling and no one feels left out. They accompany me when I do chores outside and listen well. No problem between the dogs. Everything is fenced so when they're out, I feel comfortable enough not to stand over them to watch every second. Good thing Ozzie does not mind the cold.
He likes to twirl – and he twirls a lot. He probably developed the twirling as a nervous habit. He has become truly proficient at it and does it often.
Ozzie also loves to howl at the phone. I love it because he’s so cute and melodious. He doesn’t just howl, he howls the scale.
Best of all, he adores me. He stays near me when he's relaxing and keeps an eye on me. I’m so pleased he’s accepted me. He is helping get me over the huge void that I have for my Lily.
Ozzie is different and bigger than Lily and he's unique in many ways – he most assuredly is working on my heart.
He is already much loved.
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