The first foster. The first dog. The first night. It’s all new, all discovery, all butterflies and stars. It’s like a first date.
And certainly, Baxter lays on the charm rather like a first date. He’s already given both of us facefuls of kisses and slept on both our laps. Played with every toy twice and accepted treats with the gentleness and grace of a gentleman, even at his tender age. Was pretty easily tempted into a sit, and learned with quickness that mobbing the hand doesn’t earn any treats, but if he waits politely they soon are handed to him.
He pulls on the lead and needs to learn his basic commands but he’s an eager pupil, with a lot of people focus and motivated by both toys and treats. I don’t think he’s going to be even as much trouble as the average spaniel puppy, let alone as much trouble as many terrier pups! Which is not to say we aren’t anticipating challenges, but whether the uncertainty and the newness or he’s really just that angelic, he’s giving us a first date to remember.