So, yesterday Jay got kisses on his hand! (The camera caught the tail end of the love fest.)
I, however, apparently haven't passed muster (yet) unless I have a treat in my hand.
Sigh. My time will come.
We can tell Mojo is conflicted about staying in the kitchen corner or venturing out where we are ... I think he's getting closer to wanting to test drive a trip to the living room. He seems most rested and relaxed when both Jay and I are in the kitchen talking (not to him, but to each other), or when I'm in there cooking or emptying the dishwasher or whatever. It's as if he's comforted to know we're around.
Moving forward, one inch at a time!
Hi, I just wanted you to know I follow your blogs every day as do several of my friends. I was Mojo's foster grandmother, so Ben's mom. You are just doing such a wonderful job with him. We watched his progress with Ben and Robyn and each time we visited Mojo had taken another step closer to being comfortable with them. He is a special dog who so deserves to have a loving family. Truly the little things matter. As with all foster dogs, we have two, one physical handicapped and one disfigured on her face, they are so worth the effort. One of these days the true, fun, happy dog will be the norm for Mojo - it is just in there somewhere looking to come out.
ReplyDeleteDon't stop blogging, we look forward to these everyday.
Leslie Peot
Geneva, IL
Thanks, Leslie! I'm sorry I didn't see your comment earlier; I have to learn where to look.
ReplyDeleteRight now, I'm sitting on the kitchen floor next to Mojo who's sound asleep and dreaming. I wonder what his ideal world looks like in his dreams ...
Robyn told us about "Crazy Gracie!" Maybe somewhere down the road, we can have all of Mojo's old friends over for a reunion at our place.