He checked out strange items by the curb that had been put out for garbage day - given enough time to sniff he is okay with them.
We walked up to the intersection at Birchmount to watch busy traffic go by. He sat down firmly about 10 feet away, but after a few minutes felt fine about walking up closer. He protested again as I drew him around the corner to actually stand on the busy street, but he calmed down as he sat and watched the cars.
And today, for the first time since he came home, I vacuumed (actually, I vacuumed last week too, but I did it while Thurmon was out on a walk with Mark). I started the vacuum in the basement and he stood upstairs and started barking. So I brought it up so he could check it out, before turning it on again. He was hesitant about the strange beast, but walked around sniffing it. Then I turned it on again, he backed away, barked a little, and then went and sat on his spot in the living room. When I came back after finishing he seemed a bit stressed, panting and yawning. So now he's having a restorative nap at my feet, under the computer desk.
Below: Thurmon and I sit on the front steps, waiting for Mark to come home.
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