While I was doing that, Tex had other things in mind, and kept showing me what a good boy he was. He played nicely with all the other fosters, teaching the youngest ones some manners, and then wrestling and playing tug of war with them as a reward. He proved he was house trained, crate trained, could walk politely on lead, could ignore cats and chickens, knew his basic commands, took treats politely, loved to play with kids, road perfectly when he was loose inside the car, and he treated my old 14 year old Australian Cattle Dog, Shawn, with deference and respect. In fact Shawn actually likes him a lot, and he is very hard to please!
Tex has been so good in fact, that I have been letting him into the house over the past week to watch TV with us in the evenings until bed-time. I found him a joy to have around. Then, last night he sealed his fate (and mine) by jumping into my chair and sleeping sprawled across my lap while we watched TV. I realized then that he was not going anywhere. This was MY new boy! Sorry world, you missed out on a really good one!
