The bottom photo was taken just before I walked upstairs to post on the blog. The Australian has his Love seat and the little Irishman is stretched out on the couch.
Of course, if humans appear, there's snuggling to be had.
So, in a nutshell, less than 24 hours into the transfer of Liam from his family in Hunters, Wash., to his new family at the Lovestead all has gone very well.
It has not been without incident, but through no fault of Liam's. We were told to expect him to vomit in the car because he had had his breakfast.
That did happen twice, but we were equipped to handle the situations without too much trouble or shock.
The Young Love's, parents of our Border Collie grandpuppies, came along with us on the beautiful but dicey icy drive to Hunteres yesterday, so Liam had all the attention he needed.
After his initial nervousness, which ranked pretty low on a scale of 1-10, he settled in to watching Debbie and me and snoozing on our respective laps.
And, when we stopped at the Kountry Korner in Springdale to get some of those "Best Maple Bars in town," Liam seemed perfectly comfortable and content in his crate.
Sadly, the "Best Maple Bars" in Springdale did not materialize yesterday because of the Thanksgiving holiday. Nor did the giant cake-pan-sized cinnamon rolls.
So, we settled for a Kountry Korners-style lunch. Big juicy hamburgers and "tots." Willie had a good-looking breakfast plate.
When you go to the Kountry Korner, you get more than food. I swear the clientele are the friendliest people to be found.
One lady, who had been sitting in the corner of the Kountry Korner visiting with friends, told us all about her Falcrony and hawk experiences. Seems Stella, the Falcon, lives in the house with her. Stella doesn't like sweets.
And, the gentleman at the table behind us struck up an immediate conversation. He moved to Springdale from Portland years ago because his health problems diminished.
He has heavy equipment and trucks and knows most of the logging jobs in the area, as well as the Balisons and Bloods of Sandpoint.
Before leaving, we received an enthusiastic invitation to bring Liam in to meet everyone in the restaurant. As Debbie says, he needs to socialize with a hundred people.
Considering he comes from a family of 11 and after meeting all those folks in the restaurant, he's well on his way.
When we arrived home, the big question about how Kiwi and Foster were going to react to Liam was answered fairly quickly. On the scale of "big deals," we've observed very little resistance.
The two were very helpful last night, showing Liam that coming along with that leash is no big deal. He now trots around with me as if he's done it all his life.
Best news: NO ACCIDENTS. Several successful deposits when taken outside. I'm sure that record will not be perfect, but it's a great start.
And, Liam is a HUNGRY DOG. I haven't seen a pup gobble food like he does EVER. He ate a full bowl of Purina Puppy Chow last night and has a good start on his breakfast bowl.
Now, in the barn, he lets us know that he has vocal cords. I have him attached to a cable, well away from horse hoofs, and he kinda does whimper a bit.
All in all, a great transition, and we have definitely fallen in love. I think Bill especially likes the new man around the house.
I also included a photo of another William. I think he's the grandson of my penpal from New Zealand, who sadly passed away a few years ago. Still, I keep in touch with her daughters, Giselle and Sarah.
This morning's photo of William on Socks just seemed like a keeper, so I stole it from Giselle's page. I think Socks must be a pretty reliable horse.
And, that moon dipping over Schweitzer the other morning was beyond breath-taking, so the camera came out.
Downstairs, I hear whimpering. Liam hasn't figured out how to jump down from the couch. So, I'd better go see that he finds the way.
Life is good with our new pup. A beautiful day lies ahead. The ZAGS rebounded from their one-point loss Thursday with a victory over UConn yesterday AND we've got company coming today.
Great holiday weekend. Happy Saturday.
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