Settling in, mostly

JoJo has now been with us for 24 hours. I think we're ALL wide eyed, looking at each other, wondering what in the world we just got ourselves into! He wouldn't leave the front door for the first three hours, hoping his foster mom would come back any minute to rescue him.

So Trent sat right there with him until he was ready to venture round the house. Linus was awfully curious, and couldn't understand why that dog wasn't excited to be here, and why he didn't want to play!

Once he figured out that no one was coming to save him, he did what he seems to do best...pooped on the carpet. I'm seriously considering putting him in a diaper because I'm beyond tired of his messes. Although I'm entirely thankful that Trent is in town because as soon as I start gagging from the smell, he (grudgingly) cleans up the mess. That dog might want to learn how to do that stuff outside if he plans to hang here for too long.

They did get kinda close, but never close enough to touch (and in hindsight, that was such a peaceful time).

Last night it was entirely too cute if you ask me when they both wanted to be close to Trent....

And then this morning.....oh, they woke up and start fighting like brothers. Joy. They fought over food, attention, toys, a piece of pine straw, whatever. They play fought when they weren't really fighting. the only difference being that Linus wasn't howling in pain because JoJo wouldn't let go of his long ears. It was right exhausting today. Enough so that we've made an appointment for a doggy behavioral expert to come in and help us. She'll be here next Tuesday if we live that long. Wish us luck!