Luda's trip home was uneventful, and so was her meet and great with our dog Port. Sniff Sniff - whats the big deal was the look I got.
After the brief meet and greet outside we got her immediately into the shower. Typical of a dog coming out of ACC, she smelled like a sewer. She walked right in and was a good girl. Afterwards, she was running and leaping around our bedroom like a bunny rabbit. She was obviously very excited to be clean.
Next we went downstairs to trim her nails. Hot Damn, I took off a decent amount and I think we'll need to do them again in a couple of days. Within 5 minutes she discovered the toy basket and again started leaping like a great dane puppy and running back and forth.
At this point it was after 11pm and the discussion started with Hubby - crate tonight?
Hubby "No"
Me "She's been drinking a lot of water"
Hubby "Come On"
Me "But its night one, what are the odds she'll make it all night on night one, what if she chews something" (In my defense I've had fosters eat Italian black leather boots, seven jeans, eagles jerseys, etc. Somehow they always eat my stuff, not hubby's)
Hubby "I'm not crating her"
Me "Fine"
Low and Behold, she spend the night on the doggie bed in our room and in the morning, nothing was chewed, rummaged, destroyed, peed on, pooped on. I even had to coarse her to get up to go potty at 7am. This is a fostering first for us. This dog is definitely potty trained.
She went out, did her stuff, ate breakfast and I left for work. The adventures resume when I get home tonight :)
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