The new man in my life...

Meet Stanley. The landlord's youngest son brought him home 2 weeks ago. He was in pretty bad shape. His throat was severely cut (from a collar that was too tight or an intentional act is unclear), he was malnourished, and the vet said it was one of the worst cases of abuse he'd ever seen. Since the landlords already have 3 dogs of their own plus my dog on the property they were trying to find this one a good home. Which is where I come in. Stanley (or Stan, whichever you prefer) is now living with me and Oliver and Khan. Technically that still means there's 5 dogs on the property, but I guess they're willing to live with that to know he has a good home with a Momma who loves him. Plus they know I won't be here forever and they don't have to feed him anymore.

He's healing well and is one of the most well behaved dogs I've ever seen. He sits, comes, and lays down on command already. He has a very sweet temperament, he and Oliver get along wonderfully, and he's already housebroken. He seems to be a really happy, laid back dog. He's about the same age as Oliver (only way bigger) so they go outside and wrestle and chase each other around, but he's never overly aggressive or rough with Ollie. I'm really glad to have him here and I think Oliver is as well. Khan...maybe not so much, but he's a grumpy old man and has been for years. He'll adapt as he always does.

The biggest adjustment for me has been the amount he eats and drinks. I'm used to having cats and/or a small dog. They don't eat much, relatively speaking. Stanley eats like a horse! I guess I kinda understand that since he was half starved when he arrived here. He's just happy to have food!



No meeting this week, so nothing official to report on the weight-loss front. I presume that I'm still doing ok.

My birthday was very relaxed. Had a meeting with the client Friday morning, then came home and played in the yard for the rest of the day. It was a good day. I never really "got" Mom's thing with the yard until recently. Now I think I finally get it. I'm pretty sure I could spend days outside messing with my plants and checking on the progress of various things and digging in the dirt. It's a very zen thing. Or maybe very dirty meditation. Whatever it is, I highly recommend it!