It's been a fun week for "The Hach", as we like to call him. He plays with his sister every day, and they both seem unbelievably happy about it.
I never dreamed that I'd see Shyla play with such utter abandon. Hachi has filled a wonderful role for Shyla, letting her have the puppyhood that she missed out on. Puppy Shyla at age seven!
He is continuing to seem much more relaxed in everyday life. He still has triggers - like if strangers approach too fast into his bubble. That can provoke him to bark at them if we don't help him retreat fast enough. Those things only happen in town and not in our mountain home area.
I had the feeling that he was a little discombobulated at times this week. I came home one day to find him very afraid. I tried taking him out for a short romp to help him dissipate his fear but that didn't help. It passed within a few hours. I wondered if the doggy prozac was kicking in and affecting his emotions in unexpected ways. The other possible cause was that there were loudly yipping bloodhounds searching nearby. Maybe their yips scared him? I don't know.