I have to admit, I have a great time sharing stories about Flattery and her adjustment to life as a pet. She is just a funny dog, there’s no getting around it. However, there’s more to her than just her silliness, although I love that about her.
One of the things I love about Greyhounds is how quickly they seem to adapt to life in a home. Considering that it’s completely alien to them most of the time until they’re adopted, the fact that they figure so many things out so quickly is pretty impressive. Flattery is still working a few things out, but she found out about the couch, the giant pink bed and the toys right away.
She also quickly got to work on making this her home. I don’t just mean endlessly rearranging all the toys, laying claim to the other end of the couch or finding her own spot on our bed. Although she has done all of those things, I’m talking about something else. Flattery has been working hard on making herself at home in our hearts.
It seems that my husband never sits down on the couch without Flattery nearby. She’s up there so fast sometimes that I’m surprised he hasn’t sat on her. Nothing seems to delight her as much as curling up beside him and insisting that he pet her. When he stops, she persists by rubbing her ear with her paw and gazing up at him. If he acts stubborn and still doesn’t resume petting, she will do some air snaps at him and then flop her head down on his leg. He still jokes that she’s a foster dog, but he spends an awful lot of time cuddling with her.
I’ve found that Flattery is often my shadow. She is curious about everything I do. If I’m in the kitchen, she will lay down on one of the rugs, which can’t be comfortable, but says something about what her preferences are. Bunny likes to be nearby, but she is content to watch me from the couch in the living room. I know that one day, Flattery will be content to watch me from the living room one day, but right now, she’s still trying to make sure it’s all real and not slipping away from her. The one thing she does that completely melts me, though, is at night, when it’s time to go to sleep, she curls up at the foot of the bed and makes sure that my leg is under her chin. I end up unable to feel my leg, but with a warm heart.
Two and a half months have passed since Flattery came to live with us, but it feels like she’s always been here. I certainly can’t imagine life without her inquisitive spirit now. We suffered a heartbreaking loss earlier this year when Blueberry passed away, but in that strange way that the circle of life has, we now have another wonderful beginning to celebrate. Dogs love us unconditionally, and that’s why we love them. It’s the human heart, though, that has to choose to love again. It’s times like this that make the tough times we go through more bearable.