Kane has visibly relaxed these last several days, enjoying his new home, his human “pack”, and the routine of going to the Santee Town Center Community Park in the cooler part of the day. With walks, playtime, and lots of attention, he is one (big) happy dog
At night, he sleeps in our room, with his dog cushion on the opposite wall from the bathroom. I don’t want to wake everyone up by stumbling across him in the middle of the night. (One of the misfortunes of growing older is the late-night/early-morning urge to pee). It is very reassuring, though, to go to sleep once again to the rumble of a big dog snoring.
I do not picture a journalist who humorously described the worst movies he reviewed each week, as “Dogs of the Week” to be a dog-man. However, Roger Ebert, the late film critic, essayist and journalist for the Chicago Sun Times, must have understood that dogs are fairly astute and good judges of human character. Kane has now the creature comforts of home.
Dogs notice, they share, they draw conclusions, they like it when they’re able to be of service and are touchingly grateful when they’re praised.
It's a Dog's Life 