My guy Sherman has come out of his shell a lot. It's been exactly a week today since I pulled him from the shelter. This morning he tentatively came down the hallway to my office. It's the first time since I picked him up. He's following my dogs' lead, so they've taught him to scratch the back door to get me to open it. He's a thief, but he doesn't tear stuff up. I've found a glove, a wooden spoon, a sports bra, a shoe, a bike bag and I can't even remember what else out in the yard. Just sitting there. Last night he actually came in to the living room, as opposed to spending the evening in his crate, even though the door is open. He gently snuck up on the couch that my dogs sleep on. My dogs were begging for ice cream so they didn't know he was there. When they went back to their spots, he hopped down and went back to his crate. He barks to be let out and sleeps in a hole that Rita dug in the back yard. Sunday the transport is running and he'll head up to the rescue. There is a family in Washington waiting for his arrival. He's going to have a great life.
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