Straight from my brother’s mouth…
“Bob’s slowly figuring the new place out. I don’t think he likes being outside alone all day, so he whines and whines and whines. I’ve been getting on to him a lot lately and the whining hasn’t been as bad. So maybe he’s starting to get it.
It started raining sooner than I thought last night and he was stuck outside with nowhere to go. I felt really bad, so he got to sleep inside last night. I woke up this morning and I couldn’t find him for about a minute…he was in the corner of my closet. He had a pretty sweet little set up. Even though I had to drag him outside to get him to go pee before I left.”
A part of me felt a little sad… oh how Roberto would have loved to chase and torment my brother-in-laws dog on Saturday/Sunday. Oh how he would have loved to have watched as Cooper got a beat down for ripping up yet another one of our dog beds. Bob would have been snickering – as only he could.
But I then remind myself that this is my brother’s dog. My brother needed to find his way again with his dog at his side.
A man and his best friend.