Dogs: The Cheese Whiz Fix

Hmm. I think I first had eye contact with Pacco and then crouched down. Not sure. Anyway, it was the eyes that made it happen, bonding time.

Cheez Whiz, huh.
Well, I'm all for adoptibility.

When I picked my dog at the shelter, she barely looked at my face. I put my fingers in the cage and she lay still while I petted her. She seemed so sweet. Then, when we were put in a room together, to see if we were going to bond, she became a whirling dervish of energy, playing ball, not a bit shy. She acted as though we already were family.

As I think more about it, maybe I crouched down first. Still it was the eyes..
Yeh, I remember the room business. (I lied. I said I wasn't allergic. And it turns out mostly to be true, though I've been allergic to some other dogs.)
It was raining in late afternoon. I remember walking with him across the parking lot, he newly on a leash, and me aiming us past the puddles, opening the door, hauling him up on the front seat, scratching his head.
Happy day.

My dog gives me pause to think now and then, but I love her.