We were his sixth family. When I went to look at him my husband said, "Just look. Don't bring him home. Remember Pretty Boy (Our Great Dane) has to approve him."
I brought him home. He ran into the house, cleared the table, the counters and every surface in the house, made love to the couch pillow where my husband was watching TV, dumped all my garbage, and tossed the laundry. he was determined to show us how unlovable he was.
The next morning I had anxiety as I came out of the bedroom. What had I done? My house was covered in more than a foot of stuff . I was afraid to face my husband. I looked over to Pretty Boy's mattress in the living room to see Pretty Boy sleeping peacefully with Odin curled up next to him. My husband, an early riser, was on the couch and said, "I don't know why, but I kind of like him." And he's stayed ever since.
I often posted Odin stories on Facebook of his endless antics. Odin-training included herding, obedience and agility. It took Odin over a year to show affection which consisted of draping himself around my neck like a scarf and he weighs over 50 pounds. After a couple years my friends asked why I never post Odin stories that they had come to enjoy. I reply that he's just a normal boring dog now.
ARKPORT, NY
