Discovery


Note to self, proofread your posts.
As you may have noticed, in my last post some of the sentences didn’t make sense. That was because the voice recognition interpreted some of the words that I spoke while I was very tired incorrectly.
I am dictating this post under my covers with my hoodie on in the bed. It’s raining out and has been all day. I’m thankful that it’s not as cold as it has been, because this could be snow and we would be in a world of shit if that were the case. So where was I? I was telling you the story of Boomer yesterday. I guess I’ll pick it up from when we got home. I brought him in and he was nervous, which was to be expected in a completely new environment. I showed him around he was very hesitant to walk on the tiles in the kitchen area. I imagined that that surface must have felt very strange to his feet. After much coaxing and reassurance, he settled in rather quickly. I went into my basement to do some laundry and he followed me downstairs. After spending a few minutes down there filling machine with clothes I came back upstairs and try to get him to follow me. He sat at the foot of the stairs and started whining. I thought this was odd. At first I said to myself, oh no he’s got some sort of mental issue. But then I took a moment and started thinking from his point of view. What could it be I asked myself? As I looked at the stairs, I realized what his problem was. The steps have no backing, they are open. So from his point of view they must have looked very precarious. My first attempts were to try to coax him by getting on the steps next to him, and trying to get him to come to me step-by-step. That failed utterly as he up stopped after he stepped up on the first step. Now I’m thinking to myself how to write get this dog up the stairs? I looked around for something to cover the stairs where to give him a sense of security. The first thing I found was some wood that I had. I laid a plank down and I said to myself this looks worse than the stairs and the angle was too steep. There was no way he was going to go for that. My next attempt was to use a chair. I figured I’d get him up on the chair which would then make him at the level with half of the stairs. That didn’t work. So now I’m sitting in the basement with him, saying to myself what next? I looked around and I found an old comforter in a bag. So I draped the steps with the comforter thinking covering it up they would look less threatening. He whined as he came to the steps looking at me trying to tell me that he was not pleased with this current situation. I was still a little nervous with trying to be forceful with him. I didn’t know what his reaction would be to me being aggressive with him. It could be ugly. So I sat there and rubbed his head and constantly reassured him that everything was okay, and gradually he attempted to go up the stairs and stopped halfway and came back down. Now I’m like shit I’m out of options. What can I do? Should I just leave him in the basement until he decides that he’s had enough? Then I was thinking that not cool. The poor guy has been traumatized by the kennel. Why should I prolong his traumatization? I convinced myself that I must be patient and that it was the best plan. I sat with him for a few minutes reassuring him constantly. I rubbed his head and tried to get him to focus on me instead of the stairs. Eventually he got the idea and darted up the stairs.
The next item on the agenda was to find a veterinarian. Luckily there was one less than a mile from my house. I call to set up an appointment and the receptionist informed me that I needed to bring a stool sample. So I’m like great this is turning into something ugly fast. I said to myself, you have to do what you have to do. That was special by the way. I will forgo the details on that little adventure. One thing that I’ve constantly read about pit bulls is that they may tend to be aggressive towards other dogs. That was a primary concern for me as I brought him into the veterinarians office. Of course there was another dog they are right as soon as I came in the door. It was a huge dog, kind of St. Bernard-ish he was very curious about this dog. So as far as I can tell his demeanor is very passive. I suspect he’s been beaten too because of the way he reacts whenever I raise my voice.
I will continue his story tomorrow because I’m fading again. Have a good day.

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