He howled all night long the first night (separation from his littermates); we had to clean up diarrhoea at 3am; but every other night since has been uneventful.
He already knows his name, and will come when called. He’s really smart! He is eager to please, but the sight of an empty plastic bottle which Wonderman made into a “toy” made him freeze in terror. When he runs, he falls over his feet, or else lollops like a rabbit.
We’re sleep-deprived, covered in $hit and that wonderful puppy smell *swoon*
*EDIT: Since this first posting many moons ago, Banjo has grown noticeably into a Greyhound mix. It’s possible that he has some Lab in him, as the shelter who rescued him swore his (feral) mother was a Lab. He undoubtedly has Shepherd in him, but is predominantly (howl-bark, coat, legs, temperament) Greyhound. SH(epherd-gre)YHOUND: I dub thee, Shyhound!