September 8, 2016 by The Dog Rules
Over three weeks Drift steadily gained about a kilogram of weight per week. Walks were kept fairly short and their frequency was increased in order to help him build muscle and stamina.
Drift also began to show some personality and he was interested in his toys; although he hadn’t quite figured out how to play with them. The veterinarians had declared Drift to be about 5 years old. I’ve had several Border Collies and Drift’s behavior was much more like that of a puppy than an adult dog. He leash grabbed and wanted to play tug-of-war with it rather than just walk. He grabbed up sticks and carried or chewed on them.
I gave Drift a lot of attention. His coat was growing in and I began to brush the soft peach fuzz that now covered his back where he had been clipped to the skin. He adored being brushed and petted. Sometimes it seemed like he couldn’t get enough affection and he would return and put his head in my lap to get more contact. When I had to actually get some work done, Drift would often lie down beside my chair so that some part of his body was in contact with my leg or foot. Sometimes he would snooze. Eventually I became too boring…
Drift began to live up to his name. A silent phantom, he explored every room of the house. Focused on my work, I at first thought he had merely taken himself off to one of his comfy napping spots. Then that quiet little voice niggling voice would urge me to go and see just exactly where he had gone.
Sometimes I actually did find him napping on his bed. Other times I discovered him exploring the man’s cave (basement). Then I caught him hanging out in the pantry. Too much temptation for a dog with a food fixation so I erected the baby gates to restrict access.
Mister, my cat, came to file a complaint. Nothing was sacred: Drift raided his toys! That’s one murdered string mouse and a well chewed catnip pouch.
When I picked the sodden items off the rug, Drift appeared. He gave me that look of innocence – “gee mom, I don’t know who woulda done that” – went over to Mister’s toy box and blithely stuck his head in.
Drift became a thief of paper things: tissues, unattended papers from the edge of a desk, the mail. Several times I returned home to find an envelope and its contents shredded to bits in the hall. And a dog wagging happily because I was home again.