Duncan

Duncan continues to improve every day.  He struts through the house like he owns it.  He stands in the window and defends the cul-d-sac along with Jock.  Abby lays on the back of the couch and throws in an occasional bark.  Mind you it is really just an occasional bark.  She can't be bothered.  Duncan is still scared of other people.  Even my son who is the kindest person I know.  He picks Duncan up and carries him outside, waits for him, then carries him back inside.  Because Duncan still crawls around.  Not with me.  He charges outside along with Jock, Missy, and Daisy.  Notice I did not include Abby.  Abby's only intent is to get into the cat food when I am not watching, so I have to pick her up and carry her outside.  However, the return trip inside is another matter.  She is leading the pack.  And Duncan bounces back inside.  I did not need another dog when he came, but he will stay the rest of his life.  And he is so sweet.  He asks for attention now.  He will ask to be picked up and loved. He also asks to be put on the bed.  Yep.  The little guys sleep with me.