When I got Logan, we were both exhausted from travel, so I slept. First I took a nap at my parents' house, then I went home and slept. I left on I think a Friday afternoon, flew to Washington (with a lengthy layover in Denver), and arrived there fairly late. I was met by Romy (and Strider!) and Logan's breeder when I arrived at the airport, and Logan was in the car. We drove to another breeder's house to see WEE BABY PUPPEHS. Then had dinner at Logan's breeder's house. I stayed up fairly late that night, and then laid awake in bed because I was snuggling Logan and getting to know him. Got up fairly early the next morning (Saturday) and had an awesome beach trip, then saw a movie, then had a grooming lesson. By the time the grooming lesson was over, it was the next morning and time to leave for the airport, so I never even went to bed Saturday night. I slept a bit on the longest part of the flight (Seattle to Denver), but not very well. Arrived home early afternoon on Sunday. And that's why we were exhausted. I did introduce Gavroche and Logan, which was a bit rough at first, but they got used to eachother quickly. The next day, though, it was time for a bath, a vet trip (wellness check), and a trip to the store to buy food.
This is when we arrived at our home airport. Clearly he's incredibly stressed lol. I have NO idea how he ever fit into that crate, let alone crammed into that corner so well. It's a tight squeeze now. I swear he can't have grown THAT much since he was a year old...
And this is what Gavroche though of his new little brother :rofl1:
(In his defense, this is hypothyroid Gavroche pre-diagnosis and treatment, and he had "Tragic Face" down to an art).
When I got Gavroche, I had just moved into my apartment that day. I was planning on unpacking and then picking him up from the clinic the next day, but I couldn't wait any longer and went to pick him up around 9 or 10pm (I worked at the clinic where he was boarding, which is how I ended up with him in the first place). The first thing he did when we got home was LEAP onto the bed and roll around. Then we played for a bit, cuddled for a bit, and had a potty trip - where I used a flashlight and discovered his undying love of lights (it's not obsessive, but it's a **** good way to tire him out when I feel like crap ). Then I went to bed. He slept in bed with me that first night and every night since - the first night he didn't sleep with me was when I left to pick up Logan. There have been only a handful of nights since where I've been out of town without him. Anyway, he slept under the blankets and I spooned with him the whole night, and the next morning I fed him, we took a nice long walk, and then I went to work (and he tagged along, since it's a vet clinic).
This is when we arrived at our home airport. Clearly he's incredibly stressed lol. I have NO idea how he ever fit into that crate, let alone crammed into that corner so well. It's a tight squeeze now. I swear he can't have grown THAT much since he was a year old...
And this is what Gavroche though of his new little brother :rofl1:
(In his defense, this is hypothyroid Gavroche pre-diagnosis and treatment, and he had "Tragic Face" down to an art).
When I got Gavroche, I had just moved into my apartment that day. I was planning on unpacking and then picking him up from the clinic the next day, but I couldn't wait any longer and went to pick him up around 9 or 10pm (I worked at the clinic where he was boarding, which is how I ended up with him in the first place). The first thing he did when we got home was LEAP onto the bed and roll around. Then we played for a bit, cuddled for a bit, and had a potty trip - where I used a flashlight and discovered his undying love of lights (it's not obsessive, but it's a **** good way to tire him out when I feel like crap ). Then I went to bed. He slept in bed with me that first night and every night since - the first night he didn't sleep with me was when I left to pick up Logan. There have been only a handful of nights since where I've been out of town without him. Anyway, he slept under the blankets and I spooned with him the whole night, and the next morning I fed him, we took a nice long walk, and then I went to work (and he tagged along, since it's a vet clinic).
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