Meet Falcor!

So, I adopted a doggie this past Saturday! He's a dachshund/poodle mix (or so he seems) and he was possibly a stray before the Last Hope Cat Sanctuary took him in. The volunteer who helped me adopt him, plus a few others I spoke to, didn't know how they got him or much about him at all, which is too bad because he's been living at the Sanctuary for 7 months and it would have been nice to learn more. How is this possible? Because apparently there are ~200 cats and ~70 dogs at this sanctuary and they were just running around outside in a huge field. Falcor didn't even know his own (previous) name and when I tried to call him over, a bunch of other dogs plus a cat came running instead while he just sat there.

Anyway, he is incredibly mellow so we paid the adoption fee, picked him up, and took him immediately to the nearest Petco for a flea bath.

Here he is, looking sweet :) When we first got him, he was so used to being at the bottom of the pack that he wouldn't eat any food from his bowl, and when we gave him a treat, he picked it up and brought it to my mother-in-law instead. Only after she petted him and didn't take his treat did he start eating. I'm still teaching him to eat from his bowl and now he's a little better, although he still looks for approval before eating.

He also didn't know ANYTHING! Not his name, not "come," not "sit," nothing. But he's a fast learner and already responds to his name and sometimes to "sit"! Actually, he probably knew "no" from before because he looks guilty whenever we say it. He probably wasn't house-trained either, but he's been good so far. He's tolerant of almost everything, including being in a kennel, and he likes to curl behind someone's feet to sleep.

So that's Falcor! I could tell you more about him, like how his front legs are bowed from vitamin D deficiency as a pup (poor doggie), but maybe when he learns more stuff there will be an update :)