Frankie is one of my rescued Australian Shepherds. She's beautiful. She's the boss wench, queen bee, ruler of all beings who live within our home. We are of one mind. She's my soul mate dog.
Frankie is a quick study and quicker judge of character, so when I bring a new foster dog into the house, I often look to Frankie to help me out with breaking down what that dog needs. For the first five days his stay, I had a pretty good idea about DuPont already, and Frankie confirmed it for me with impressive regularity.
By the end of the fifth day, I had thought that I could sense a change in DuPont, but Frankie did not agree with me yet and I was stumped. Then it happened, the turning of a corner, and I managed to catch it on video.
To the average person, this is just a crappy night time cell phone video of two dogs playing tug. But to a dog person who is in tune with her dog, it's incredibly telling. This is when Frankie told me that DuPont was going to be okay here.
In the less than 48 hours since this occurred, DuPont has made some tremendous strides. It's like I've suddenly got a different dog. Oh, the old DuPont pokes his head out now and again, but for the most part, things have gotten so much simpler!
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