For the last few days, Loki’s been settling in. In the beginning he seemed happy but sad. Sad in that he missed his foster mom who had him for three months. His foster mom is a dog trainer, with a pack of dogs and some horses and I’m guessing lots of free roaming space and things for him to do. Anyway, a couple of times, Loki jumped into my Mini Cooper and refused to get out. I think he hoped I’d drive him back to his foster home.
So last night, Mr. Wild Dingo came home from a company dinner with a huge doggie bag filled with Chicken Saltimbocca from Buca di Beppo. He gave him some for a post-dinner snack. He snarfed it down then ran around the house like he won the lottery.
So today, for lunch, I had a piece of the chicken and gave him a piece. And I’m like, “So, do you want to go back to Cindy’s now?” And he’s like, “Let me think about it. Pass me another fillet.”