Skinny Pupdate #5: Mom's Visit

From left to right, Sophie, Aunty Karen, Skinny, and me

Mom here.   I know you like to hear from Duncan, but I wanted to tell you first hand what it was like meeting Skinny. 

It was awesome.  It was shocking.  It was sad.  It was heartwarming.  It was heartbreaking.  It was delightful.

Skinny is at one time in such bad shape -- bony, furless, and frankly a little stinky -- and at the same time so full of joy.

My impression is that Skinny has started to feel good enough, and safe enough, to let himself relax a little bit and be the 6 month old puppy that he is.

I think Skinny got a bath, some good meals, surgery on his leg, ALOT of loving, and has kind of forgotten the mange, broken leg, scary times alone in the wilderness. 

Skinny is a 6 month old pup.  Skinny bit on my arm a little bit with his puppy teeth.  Skinny stole the toy Duncan sent for his girl Sophie and ran around taunting her with it. Skinny explored everything.  Skinny desctructo'd the tail of the toy I took him with his puppy teeth.

Then Skinny started bring his toys over to me and sitting in my lap with them.  Be still my heart.  Skinny trusted me to love him.  Skinny knows what safe feels like  -- he can discern it for himself now. 

And then Skinny rolled over for a belly rub.
Totally exposed to the world, and fine with it.

Go Skinny, go!

And may continued blessings rain down on Aunty Karen, Sharon, Grandmom Pat the rest of Team Skinny Pup.  There is good in this crazy world.