My expectant family. My brother, my sister, Mom, and Grandpa.
Here I come!
The Ag. guy and Grandpa (CSM Royce Manis)
try to fit my crate into the family car.
They are so wobblely about it. It doesn't fit!
Plan B is Mom and me in the back of Grandpa's truck.
I got some water too. Finally!
We made it to the nearest park in a Navy housing area so I can do my business.
I could hardly keep my eyes open on the 5 minute ride over.
I haven't slept in over a day.
My sister and Grandpa say hello to me.
I'm not so sure how I feel about all this new stuff, but I take it in stride.
I'm as good as Jane said I was.
These folks are alright.
I can see they love me so I'm nice enough to tolerate being pet.
Mom is trying to convince me that I want to wee...
anywhere, someplace, and now would be great.
I prefer to stretch my legs and smell stuff.
My sister wanted a turn to see if I'll do anything.
Mom is so impressed how well I heal and how gentle I am with my siblings.
Next, my brother. He's so short that I nudged him the direction I wanted to go. Mom told him to stand firm. He did so I stopped being a bully and was sooo good. I'm getting major brownie points for good behavior. (I still won't wee. It's fun to make them wait. I'll go when I feel like it.)
They decided if I drink more, surely I'll go.
Hmm... The water sure is nice.
Now my dad takes his turn.
Two Wolfhounds on a walk.
One with hair, one with none.
I never went so it was time to leave.
Who's idea was this? Seriously.
Did these people think I was a chihuahua?
In the end, I rode in the back and my crate rode on the luggage rack.
So, I made it up the first half of the stairs.
Those things were made for... you got... Chihuahuas.
I'm not going any further.
Make me.
Am I see things or is it a mirage?
Are those pieces of hot dog? On every step?
Hmmm... I may rethink my previous position.
I caved and went up those last five stairs.
I'm actually glad to see the inside of my crate again.
Mom shut the door to keep Isabella from bugging me.
Thank goodness. She's kind of a pest. Keeps wanting to play.
Can't she see I'm exhausted? I'll play another day.
Today, give a guy a break.
4:15am and I was up and out of my crate to get a drink. My parents took this as an opportunity to take me outside. They had to call Jane to find a way to get me to go down those dreaded stairs. Her advice worked and I went down and outside. I finally did my business and, boy, did that feel good. My parents were so relieved. That made three of us.
5am and we're having a meeting of the minds. Dad doesn't want me to be scared of the stairs. He wants me to enjoy my new home and hopes he can do what is right so I like it here. I'm glad my dad loves me and I love him so I gave him a kiss on the head. It's so smooth!
Then I had some breakfast and a nap. Now my crate stays open. When Isabella tried to come in, I growled. She got the hint. She has her bed, I have mine. It works.
My brother and sister went to band and I napped while they were gone.
What a difference more sleep makes. I came right out of my crate for some love.
I always stop my snooping for a good rub.
Lunch washed down by a half gallon of water.
I making up for not eating and drinking during my flights. That's rough on a guy.
I miss Jane's, but I think I can be happy here too.
My racoon stuffy, a bone, some water, my bed.
This place isn't so bad.
This evening, after a short walk in the neighborhood with a misty rain, I was ready to go home.
My sister laid Dad's blanket on the schoolroom floor and aimed the fan at it.
I took the hint that this was my downstairs bed and promptly laid on it and fell asleep.
And so ends my first full day in Hawai'i.
Tomorrow is a trip to post to see the vet. She wants to check up on me after my trip out here. That's so sweet. Isabella has her annual immunizations too. Unlucky for her. Afterwards, if I'm up to it, I may stop by the quad for a brief sniff, an inspection of my work place, and meet a few Wolfhounds. I sure hope they have hotdogs.
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