Well looky who’s here.
Now don’t get too excited, don’t get too excited!!! I don’t know if we are actually going be able to take him forever but…we are testing the waters. Dawn and Mark haven’t had much genuine interest in Bolt (aside from people who already have several animals, but Bolt doesn’t love other dogs) and thinking about him having to go back to the rescue place just breaks my heart.
It’s not an ideal situation over here for reasons I mentioned before. We have an elderly cat (who does not enjoy dogs), Evan has allergies, we live in a condo and Bolt will need to be walked twice a day. It’s a lifestyle change for sure. And neither of us has ever been responsible for a dog. My family had dogs growing up, but I wasn’t the one responsible for taking care of them. I would never have called myself a dog person…but Bolt really is awesome and we have been talking about it extensively to see if we could possibly make it work, so on Saturday we decided to just do a trial. Have him here for a week or so, and see if he will like it and if we can manage.
I’m mostly worried about this little minx.
She will stick up for herself and she will absolutely not take any crap from Bolt, but she really does not like dogs. Since she is nearly 21 I know that she can’t possibly have a ton of time left and I don’t want to put her through unnecessary trauma for the last few years of her life.
Winnie sensed Bolt’s presence as soon as we brought him home yesterday. I came in the condo alone first to make sure Winnie wasn’t standing by the door about to get the shock of her life, but she was leisurely snoozing on our bed. Once Evan and Bolt came in I went to check on her again and she was hiding in the dark under the bed. She had not even laid eyes on him but she sensed something was amiss and got out of there immediately.
We have separated them, and currently Bolt has the living/dining room and kitchen area, and Winnie has three whole bedrooms, two bathrooms and the laundry room, but she doesn’t seem to realize this is all a safe zone and continues to hide out under the bed. Thinking about her hiding alone in the dark when she used to feel comfortable everywhere in the house makes me really sad…but it’s only been a day and I know it takes time, so hopefully she will adjust (if anyone has any tips on introducing elderly dog-hating cats to dogs I will take them right here).
Bolt, on the other hand, seems to be adjusting just fine. He knows us already so I think he just thinks he’s on vacation. He’s enjoying himself.
He really loves Evan. So far he has been like velcro to him.
Dawn and Mark sent him with all of his things, including his crate (he is fully crate trained) and blanket, and his toys.
So he’s feeling right at home.
I do love having him around, but I don’t know if it is going to be realistic for us. It would be so different if we at least had a yard. In a perfect world Evan’s aunt will fall in love with him and want to take him upon meeting him. We’re setting that up this week so fingers crossed on that.