Day 6: New friends!

So the report from the shelter said Waffles was not good around men. In particular she would cower and pee when the man of the house called her. As noted, we had Jennifer's husband Joel come over and she was totally fine with him.

Yesterday, I had a guy come over for a good part of the day. We had a great intro where she was just interested in treats. Then we just went about and did normal things. We changed out a light fixture which involved a ladder and even some loud cheering when we successfully completed the project. We went for a walk and then came home to watch a Warriors game. Most of the swearing was done in a high-pitched soothing voice, but a few yells were thrown in. Waffles didn't seem to care one way or the other, she just chilled on her bed. She was completely fine all day, and really, she seems to like him more than me. Every time he went to the garage, she ran after to help. If he called her, she came running (I can't get this dog to come when I call her at all). He got up at one point, and Waffles swooped in and stole his seat on the couch. For some reason, he was paying ZERO attention when he came back and plopped down right on poor Waffles before I could get a word out. She yelped (understandably) and scooted away and seemed a little scared. But then he ran into the kitchen to get her an apology treat and she came running after once he called her.

Now, Waffles wants to write this next part herself to express her enthusiasm for what she claims wast he best day ever.

I HAD STEAK. STEAK. IT'S DELICIOUS. IF I COULD WRITE ARIA, IT WOULD BE ABOUT STEAK