
Now that I've had the Teddy Bean for two weeks, it's clear that he's made progress, just not quite enough of it. But there's one place where the puppy mill playing field levels -- where a dog that's known nothing but crowded cages, filthy smells and sad howls can be pretty much a normal pup. The park -- Patterson Park. There The Bean is any dog, a happy dog, trotting along grassy paths, tail high in the air, tongue out.
(To catch up on the trials of Teddy, the foster dog I'm taking care of who was rescued from a Pennsylvania puppy mill, click here.)
Every time he meets another dog, Tedward simply must go say hello. It's like he's running for election, all the furry behinds we have to stop and sniff.
We've met so many park dogs in just a few days. Abbie, Max and Katie. Tina. Champ. Cheddar. Floyd. Pete. Every single one, The Bean greeted with a big howdy sniff and effusive aftershocks of tail wagging. He may not know what to think about people, but he knows exactly what he thinks about doggies: Loves 'em.
Also, when Teddy's in the park, in his element, he lets his guard down a bit. A few days ago, when it was warm, Cheddar's mom offered The Bean a sip of water....from a cup...which she held in her hand. He lapped it up with almost no hesitation. Amazing. He'll still only take a treat from my hand on very rare occasions, but here he was, sipping from some stranger's cup 'o kindness. That's Teddy in the park.
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