There has been no knitting for two days. Yesterday was a bit of worry that I was not going to be a good doggie parent, and today was a comedy of errors that resulted in bringing Victor home.
I met a woman who had a crate for sale (yeah! Craigslist), but she was late, I forgot my phone, and damn these things are heavy! I got to Quincy Adams before 10 a.m. and waited with increasing panic near the Zipcars (panic that would not be an issue if I had remembered my phone). We drove down to Connecticut and picked up Victor. He looked a little uncomfortable at first. His foster home had a dog that he was pretty friendly with, so I think he was just a little confused. We got home and I took him for a walk. He played in the backyard and then we introduced him to Saru-chan.
Saru-chan has the run of the entire house, except the living room (which is baby gated to keep Victor in one spot while they are getting used to each other). They stared at each other through the baby gate, and it was pretty clear that Saru-chan doesn't really understand dog as something to be upset about, just wary of. Victor wanted to play. There was no hissing, which we consider a win for the first meeting.
I took Victor out for his second walk at about 5 p.m. (umm, the end of the first quarter of the Saints-Cardinals game), and we got home at nearly 6:45. A long walk. He's had water, food, and I've eaten too (which is good, because I was really hungry). There might be knitting tonight, but that is still up in the air.