I can't do this moment justice, but I feel the need to tell someone about it anyway.
Pacer, my timid foster dog, has been adjusting to life in the house. He recently gained his freedom from the porch and now has free roam of the whole place (except the room with the litterboxes in it, that's off limits to all the dogs). I've been bringing him in early in the evening so he gets used to being around regular household noises. He's great at night when everything is quiet, but still jumpy with noise.
So tonight he's inside and we are watching a movie when I realize he's not in the living room. I find him curled up on our bed. He's never jumped up there alone before. I put him on the bed once and he shook like a leaf and jumped right off.
I laid down beside him and have just spent the last hour with his little white head on my chest--sound asleep, snoring, truly relaxed!
The moment was extra special as I had been talking to the shelter administrator earlier today and she told me that Pacer had come very close to being euthanized as unadoptable this past summer. What a tragedy that would have been!
