When we walked into the cargo pickup, before we could even say what we had come for, the lady behind the desk says, "You're here for your baby, aren't you?" That sounded so weird, "your baby," I guess because I have been telling myself "this is NOT my dog," for the last year. He was brought out to us about 30 seconds later (I think because they were tired of hearing him whine(; ), all 12.8 pounds of cute, smelly, and unhappy puppy.
After trying to get Dante to "Hurry" (the command for potty), we were on our way home.
Once home, the first thing we did was give him a bath. It took both my mom and I about ten minutes of working together to get all of his fur wet. I'm convinced that we can take many long walks in the rain and water will never touch his skin! :)
I think this may be the first and last time Dante gets a bath in the kitchen sink!
The poor boy was shivering when we were done, so we blow-dried him and wrapped him up.
My mom and Dante
The rest of the day consisted of trying to get him settled in and enjoying his crate ( He's still working on that one).
Now that Dante has been settling into our home and routine, his independent personality is really coming out. He is very strong-willed and lets me know when he is not happy. I just hope and pray that over the next year I'll be able to shape this into behaviors that can be used to his fullest potential.