Thor

Thor was up to 68 pounds last weekend. He looked a lot better and everyone noticed and commented. A woman and her college-age daughter came down to meet him for the second time yesterday and they returned this morning to adopt him.

He will have two senior female dogs to teach him the ways of a civilized canine, and two cats that he will learn to respect, but he will also have several fenced acres to play on where he can just be a dog. That's a good thing, because he is young, goofy, energetic, and has more enthusiasm than brains.  He needs both physical and mental exercise to grow into a proper German Shepherd Dog.

It's a good home, with three generations of dog people, who will continue him on the diet that seems to be working for him and who will give him the lifetime of love that every dog needs. He's not even home yet as I'm posting this so it may be premature, but I have a good feeling about it. And I've already agreed to take in a lab to fill his space, so I sure hope it works.

Boomer and the two shar-pei pups are at the SPCA today for vaccines, heartworm tests, and spay/neuter. It's going to cozy upstairs tonight with the three post-surgery dogs in addition to Daphne, Trooper, and Greta (boarder). Molly and Zachary may have to camp out in the bedroom instead of the office.