Baked Goods

I now know why the previous owners named my dog "Muffin". He has this nasty habit of leaving hot steamy baked goods on the sidewalk and on people's driveways. Four days he's been here and he's left baked goods on the pavement four times. The other four times he's left them in the grass.

As I walked Muffin today around the neighborhood and through the park, I re-traced our baked goods delivery route. Of the four muffins Muffin left on the pavement; one was squished by a car tire (this was the one he left on someone's driveway and it had tire marks on it), two were stepped on, and one was serving as a meal for some flies. I'm imagining people stepping on them right now...hehe. It's really funny when it happens to someone else. I know I should pick them up but I seriously have a feces phobia. If he does it in our yard I'll pick them up. Outside that, tough shit for everyone else (no pun intended).

Beyond the little poops Muffin's been leaving, he's been adapting quite nicely to the family and house. He doesn't hump people's legs as much anymore. He doesn't bake his goods in the house anymore. He's marked the entire neighborhood off as his territory. And he's started eating normally again. The first few days he wouldn't eat his food or treats. I suppose all his trauma is normal for any animal. Not only does he have to move to a new neighborhood but he has to get used to a new family. The culture shock must be quite overwhelming. I hoping he'll get over the initial trauma quickly and realize he's got a wonderful home here now.

Right now he's outside in the yard playing. He's really friendly and I can tell he loves to be around humans. Often I find him just standing at the screen door staring at me with his puppy eyes and begging to come in to play. Cute little guy I tell you. Come visit when you have the chance, he's dying to meet you. I'm gonna go play with him now.