Clyde Needs to go Outside!

Today when Clyde needed to go out he dragged his harness into the kitchen behind me. He really knows how to communicate.

Clyde's Day In The Snow

This morning Clyde had his first walk in the snow-at least with us, but he is from South Carolina. At first he shivered when he stood in it, and sniffed in out all over the sidewalk. Then he went around as usual, not even seeming to notice when his muzzle was covered in it, and licking it off his paws once we got back the front porch. When I said to him "Wanna go out in the snow?" for the second time, he got all excited and started jumping, wagging his tail, and licking me.

Clyde: From Dog to Man

Tonight we were downstairs in my basement. We have two sling chairs and they were side vy side, Clyde on one, me on the other. The one Clyde was on was right up against my bookshelf. He had a couple balls and toys on the chair with him which he put on the shelf, the edge in front of the books. There was also some cushions pn the chair covered with a blanket so he wouldnt paw them and rip them. He went out the corner by the bookshelf and away from the back of the chair. With his hind legs on the shelf, he pawed up that corner of the blanket. Then he went to the back of the chair, did the same thing, and curled up in his little pile. He then used his front paw to pull the gathered part of the blanket up onto his stomach. My mom mentioned he reallt imitates human behavior, between that and other times we are downstairs when he might find a lottle bit of paper, or tape, or an earing and pick it up. He even tryed to go after a painting that fell behind a desk down there.

The Chewing Monster

Clyde has taken to chewing on just about everything I own. Pillows, slippers, shoes, blankets, robes, clothes, balls of yarn, plastic, random things on the floor. If I own it, Clyde can chew it. So to try to get him chewing on things that would be okay, my mom bought him a couple of chew toys. One is a cow. Stuffed, and long, it has stubby feet and arms and a small tail. Its eyes are brown with x's sewn over them. One of its ears has already been ripped off. The bottom part squeaks, and if you push its nose it moos. Sometimes we will randomly here it squeaking and Clyde will be under the couch, repeatedly biting that one part. Sometimes if he's in the mood to play, I'll get him excited and jumping, and then press the nose. He calms down, cocks his head, and doesn't go after it until it quiets down. He also has a plastic bone that he chewed on tonight, but seems to have gotten a bit frustrated with it because he can't make a real dent. Now he is asleep. He has a real bone as well, but still enjoys attacking my larger stuffed animals and biting at their faces.

Clyde and His Treats

When I got home the other day, I went up to my room with a couple treats for Clyde. I let him out of the crate and gave him one, which he put on the edge of my purple chair before coming back for more. I gave him the second one which he exchanged for the first one and hid under the bed. Then he hid the other one as well. One by one he took them out from the bed, ran around my room, over the chair, under my bench and bed and ate them. That was how Clyde made me laugh today.

Clyde's Blue Blanky

The other day, I was in my room getting my clothes ready for the next adventure at school. Clyde was on the big, fluffy, purple chair I have in my room. His small crate that he sleeps in has his be, a pillow of mine, and an airplane blanket. He got up , pulled the blanket out of the crate with his teeth, and dragged it over to the chair where he sat back down and cuddled. This may not seem funny, but imagine a small Dachsund, acting as if I weren't there, pulling a blanket hanging out of his mouth about three feet behind him. If you saw what I saw, it was pretty funny. Clyde is building up what we know as his personality more and more. A shout out to all my friends at school who have been visiting scince I spread the word: Thank you so much! If you like it and have an email then fo ahead and subscribe. Thanks a lot for visiting and if you have been around Clyde and know I forgot a story, then just tell me. Bye!

My Shredded Welcome

Today was my second day of school, a.k.a., Clyde's second day of being alone for seven hours. When I got home he was bouncing around and crying like usuall, but he also had a little surprise for me. Near our front door, (and his crate) we have a mat to leave our shoes on, a bit of to the side. It is small, and not the most important thing, but still, it served the purpose. Well this afternoon, it was half way pulled into Clyde's crate. He had taken off rubber bands wound around the braided tassels and left them in his crate. One edge was starting to be unraveled, and one edge had a piece  ripped off along with it being shredded. Note to Self: Keep things away from Clyde's crate.

Clyde's Geocaching Adventures

The last few days before school started today we took Clyde along when we participated in a worldwide internet scavenger hunt. (For more information, go to http://www.geocaching.com/.) My dad and I took him the first time we went. We were in the Woodbury Cemetery to find the first of a four cache series. He walked with us along the way until the find. The second time he had to stay home because we took the bikes to ride while we looked, and he doesn't have one. The next day we took him with us to Fairfield Hills along with my two cousins. He was living the life. We had to walk through some prickers and I carried him through that and the woods so their was no chance of him getting hurt. Then my dad and I took turns holding the leash so we could solve hints and use the GPS. And today he got his first taste of staying home from 7-2:30. Have fun Clyde!

Clyde's Geocaching Adventures

The last few days before school started today we took Clyde along when we participated in a worldwide internet scavenger hunt. (For more information, go to http://www.geocaching.com/.) My dad and I took him the first time we went. We were in the Woodbury Cemetery to find the first of a four cache series. He walked with us along the way until the find. The second time he had to stay home because we took the bikes to ride while we looked, and he doesn't have one. The next day we took him with us to Fairfield Hills along with my two cousins. He was living the life. We had to walk through some prickers and I carried him through that and the woods so their was no chance of him getting hurt. Then my dad and I took turns holding the leash so we could solve hints and use the GPS. And today he got his first taste of staying home from 7-2:30. Have fun Clyde!

Clyde's Day

Clyde was being a picky eater this morning. We feed him hard dog food and chicken with gravy. He picked up a piece of hard food, sucked off the gravy, and put it on top of his tennis ball. It was not stirred to perfection, I apologize!

Clyde Is Finally Home

Clyde has just finished expierencing the whole 'family in North Carolina together' adventure. First, my mom and I drive with him to York, Pennslyvania and stay the night. Then we continue on to North Carolina where we spend four days alone at the second house owned by my grandparents. We stay up late Monday night until my two cousins, (both rowdy boys after a sixteen hour car ride with lots of traffic, Ages 8 and 11) and their mom arrive. It stays that way for a week and he has adventures on the beach, and fun with foxes. Next, my grandparents join us with their dog Buddy, who is more than twice Clyde's size and an avid sniffer. During that week, my mom and I take our second trip to Wilmington, a gorgeous town in NC, and Clyde stays with everyone else, in his crate, but not for long, they let him out thinking it is time for a walk, but he won't let anyone near him to put on the leash. He did however do his buisness- during his quick laps around the house. Ew! When we got back we had a syrprise for Clyde- a blue muscle shirt that had spoiled written on it in script. Later that week my dad came down, and Clyde was experiencing what it is like to live with four adults, ( my aunt had left, two were my parents and two were my grandparents), Buddy, two boys, and me. After my dad got their, my mom and dad brought Alex, the older boy, to see the Battleship North Carolina. That day, Adam, the younger one, and I set up a Clydr photo shoot. Inside, we used sheets and bedspreads for backdrops. We took some with his shirt and some without. We dressed him in Adam's camo army jacket and hat to take some pics. Thrn we took some with us in them, with his toys, surrounded by all the props, under the bed, and asleep. Then we took him outside and I ran him to get him looking cheerful. Adam got some action shots, and some cute ones of the two of us. We took a few more inside after that, so be on the lookout for new pictures of Clyde. A couple days after, we left. The boys, grandma, grandpa, and Buddy in the truck, my dad and I in our car. Clyde stayed with my mom, and that day he rab away. Just the two of us went back and he returned that night. We left again and Clyde stayed a week with my mom ehile I was at camp. Now we are all home and Clyde has warmed up and likes to play. He comes when called to not just me, he'll play and walk away from me towards my mom and dad, and his tail is up more.

Clyde the Housekeeper

Another guest post from mom:

Clyde's taken on a new job. He pats down the lumps in the bed for me as I do my (not so level) best to smooth the thing out in the morning. I am using mom and dad's king-sized bed, so as I walk the half mile to one side to smooth and tuck, he jumps to a quadrant on the other side and pats down whatever is sticking up. He manages all four corners by the time I am done. I need his help--and I think he knows it.

Clyde is also doing well with "stay." In fact, he is taking it to the limit. Yesterday, when I got up from the lounge chair on the deck to go inside and get my camera, I called him to come with me. He must have been pleased with himself for staying so well because he picked up his head and looked at me as if to say, "Seriously? What do you need in there?" His ears were tangled in that canine bed-headed way of his, and it was hilarious. 

Clyde is a Changed Man

Guest post from Adella's mom: Clyde is with me in North Carolina while Della is at camp with her best friend in New Hampshire. I am happy to report I have not lost him for a second time. In fact, he's been pretty darn clingy these past few days, sharing my lounge chair in the afternoon and climbing onto his side of the bed at night. The streets must have been tough the day he was away. Better than that, though, he is smiling and his tail is up when we go for a walk. He is perky and silly and a lot less nervous. For example, I am allowed to find him and share a little bit of cheddar cheese with him at lunchtime. I am allowed to wake him up from his nap on dad's chair to see if he needs to do the biz before I go back to the beach. And he merrily jumps into his crate when it's time for me to go out without him. I know I am no replacement for Adella, but I am glad he gets that two people can love him at the same time!

Clyde Returns

This morning, at about 5:30, (which is the time we usually walk him in the morning), he was back. Just out on the front porch he was sitting on a lawn chair with a cushion and when we came out he came toward me to come inside. We took him in and fed him. Then he drank, and drank, and drank some more. My mom, Clyde, and I went back to sleep on the king size bed and Clyde let her pet him. A couple hours later, my mom and I took him out for a walk. My mom asked him if he spent the day with his girlfriend and he smiled...

Clyde's Great Escape

Clyde ran away today in North Carolina. He found a way out of the house and bolted. It was after my grandparents, cousins, dad and I had left, about four hours into the trip. My dad and I went back to the house and helped my mom look all day. We didn't find him. People were saying he had been following another Dachshund on the beach. The police know, lots of people know, that family may be helping him out. All we can hope for is something that we are doing works. Clyde I love you and miss you already. Please come home.

Watch this video for more infromation and to help us find Clyde if you are in the Topsail Beach, Surf City, of Snead's Ferry area:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9AhI2Ptm00

Foxes!

A few days ago I was walking Clyde by the yard and we saw foxes in the yard. They were walking towards us and barking- two young ones. I scooped Clyde up and went inside. They followed up to the edge of the driveway. Yesterday, we saw them again. They came out of their cover in the trees and brked at us, then scurried away when they saw us go inside. That was Clyde's latest interesting adventure. Tomorow my grandparents and Buddy get here, so come back soon.

The First Part of the Family

Late last night, my cousins, Adam and Alex, and my Aunt Vikki arrived in North Carolina. Clyde was a bit nervous at first, but he got used to them and stopped shaking. Today he was around them for the longest time. We went for oue nightly walk on the beach to the pier and back, the 6 of us. Clyde and I ran together, with Adam and Alex along side. For him being in a new place with pretty new people, Clyde is doing great.

P.S. He had a big surprise today that he took pretty well. We went outside before supper, and the sprinklers were on. Clyde was lapping the water ,but then he didn't like being sprayed, so he went to the other side of the yard. As soon as we got there, the other sprinklers turned on, and we had to run!

A Monocle Moment

We told our friend Mr. Lundwall how Clyde on walks sometimes will stop and lift one paw. He said he needed a monocle and a tie, (haha). Today I had to walk down the road for a minute and when I came back, Clyde was sitting up on the deck, perfectly still and upright. He watched me through the posts on the gate that surrounds the edge right down his nose, looking a bit snooty and indignant. That was today's monocle moment. Come back for more.

Clyde's New Day

Today Clyde's adventures continued. We went for walks on the beach, a couple boardwalks, and he went in a store with us when we went shopping. Clyde's breakthrough today was letting my mom hold him, cuddle him, and pet him. I also rode my bike along the Topsail Island bike trail, and my mom walked, or ran, I should say, him along behind me. If I got to far away he would run and try to catch up. Well, that was Clyde's day today. Come back soon!

Clyde's Great Escape

Today my mom and I went for a swim in the Atlantic, and the beach across the way. Clyde stayed home in his crate, which is in the room I'm staying in. Oh, did I mention we're in a house my grandparents own, not a hotel? Anyway, we went to the beach a couple times and Clyde had his own adventures while we were gone. The first time, he peed on the bed that is in his crate, and yes, it is his. When we got back, the bed was dragged up and folded against the side of the cage. When I went to fix it, well, you can guess what happened. The second time, when I went inside from the outdoor shower, which is there so sand and salt don't get tracked into the house, he greeted me at the door. Yes, this seems good, Yes, we left him IN the crate, and No, my mom did NOT let him out. Look at those phrases and I think you'll get what happened. Clyde, Clyde, Clyde.

Clyde's Child Charm

Today we completed our journey south and arrived at North Carolina. Clyde was good the rest of the trip in the car, although farts became more frequent. (P.U., Clyde!) But when we got there...

After we ate dinner, we took Clyde across the road to the beach, and walked him along it to a distant pier and back. When the waves came up and licked his paws, he backed up and sometimes almost ran. But, when we walked through still pools of water, he splashed right through like they didn't exsist. To come back to the title, "Child Charm", 5 people/kids/groups stopped because of him. The first time Clyde and I ran along the beach a bit, a young girl of about 3 or 4 stopped, stared, and said "Whoa...". The second time a little boy of the same age was crying and his mother was attempting tto comfort him. When Cyde went by, he was quiet and captivated. The third time, a teenager at the waters edge stopped when Clyde sniffed her and asked if he liked the water...you already know that answer. The fourth time, (I'm almost done), a family stopped to watch him go by and smiles lit up their faces. The last time it was a woman who passed and laughed and smiled and watched us walk by. Clyde's new nickname- Crowd Favorite. :)

Clyde's Longest Car Ride Yet

Today we embarked on the first portion of our trip to North Carolina. We stopped in Pennsylvania on the way. Clyde rode in the back seat with me the whole time, in and out of his crate. Eventually, we had to give him some food for his dinner. I took out the canned food- Alpo chicken and gravy. I fed it to him from my hand, keeping the can between my knees. When he finished what was in my hand, he went to lap up the gravy from the can. I put the re-usable lid on  and stood it up in the bag to get him some dry food. He knocked off the lid and had some more. Later on, we went to a place called Sheetz, so I could grab some quick dinner. Part of it was chicken strips and Clyde was going up, down and around to get his share. Nothing can stop a hungry Weiner Dog!
      On the walk to Sheetz, we had to cross a street with a bit of traffic. It took a while and all the noise was making Clyde a bit nervous. He let me pick him up and carry him across the street. Then when I went in to get the food and Clyde stayed with my mom by the door. When I came back out, my mom said he had been shaking like a leaf. That's Clyde's update for the day. Check out my mom's guest post about his time with out me yesterday.

Better Than the Wilderness

Guest Post from Mom:

I am not the love of his life, but I'll do in a pinch. Clyde realized this much Thursday when he and I went to my parents' house without Adella because she was off with her cousins for the day. When I let him out to do the biz, he slipped under a gap in my dad's fence and headed for the woods. I knew we would have to go through this. The moment had adolescence, or neurosis, written all over it. There was no way around it, so we had to get through it. I might have worried that the dog was gone, but I didn't. I stepped into the yard and called for the little dude. He came and darted into the garage. I was better than the great unknown of the woods, but not much. Next, I was better than the great unknown of all dad's treasures in the garage, but not much. Finally, he darted into the house and onto an easy chair when I held the door. He's slowly getting that he can relax. I am not the agent of doom he thought I was. I even gave him some of Buddy's nice cheese to thank him for his troubles.

Later that evening, as he waited for Dell to return, he pined away on her bed. It was the saddest of sights as well as a measure of true love and devotion. Clyde, you break my heart.

Better Than the Wilderness

Guest Post from Mom:

I am not the love of his life, but I'll do in a pinch. Clyde realized this much Thursday when he and I went to my parents' house without Adella because she was off with her cousins for the day. When I let him out to do the biz, he slipped under a gap in my dad's fence and headed for the woods. I knew we would have to go through this. The moment had adolescence, or neurosis, written all over it. There was no way around it, so we had to get through it. I might have worried that the dog was gone, but I didn't. I stepped into the yard and called for the little dude. He came and darted into the garage. I was better than the great unknown of the woods, but not much. Next, I was better than the great unknown of all dad's treasures in the garage, but not much. Finally, he darted into the house and onto an easy chair when I held the door. He's slowly getting that he can relax. I am not the agent of doom he thought I was. I even gave him some of Buddy's nice cheese to thank him for his troubles.

Later that evening, as he waited for Dell to return, he pined away on her bed. It was the saddest of sights as well as a measure of true love and devotion. Clyde, you break my heart.

Clyde's Personality Coming Through

Two big things happened to Clyde today. I'll start from the begining- yet again at my grandma and grandpa's house. Clyde found a way out of the fenced in yard. My grandparents have two red sheds, and a small length of larger re fence between them. My grandpa recently rebuilt the fence on a lime of bricks so it wouldn't rot in the ground. Clyde found a gap in the corner where he slipped out. I called him back to the patio, not knowing where he was and he came in from under the fence. Clyde, Clyde, Clyde. Today's good event was Clyde met one of my BFFs Kiernan, her mom Sid, and her sister Brenna. Kiernan came over for dinner and Brenna dropped her off. Clyde was shy, but eventually he warmed to her. We walked outside, Kiernan saw him run a bit, and we let him jang out with us in my room. He slept through dinner and some of oir wacky conversations, (Kiernan, if you read this, think about this day and laugh because you are the only one who knows what I'm talking about). Good boy, well...

Clyde- An Official CT Resident

Early today, Clyde found out he had a new bed and crate at my grandparents, sat in the pachysandra with Buddy, and went to the park again for a walk. The biggest thing that happened to Clyde today was he became a legal resident of Woodbury. My mom went to town hall and got him licensed with a new tag and all. We replaced the tag with the shelter info on it with his own, and bada-bing, bada-boom, Woodbury, welcome your new member.

Bones and Parks

Clyde seems to be all about chewing bones- so long as they aren't his. Like I've mentioned before, Clyde decided to chew Buddy's bone. We brought home some for him, but he didn't touch them. When we went back to my grandparents house, he chewed Buddy's again. Today I was cleaning out my closet and I found a plastic bone that belonged to my robotic dog. I put it on the floor and next thing I knew it was in his mouth. Later, we took him to the park and took off his leash. Today, the only thing that could get him to run was my mom's whistle. And that was Clyde's story for today! :)

Going Solo

This morning, my mom took Clyde out for a walk. When they got back, she took off his leash on the porch. We had done it before and he had gone right in. This time, he froze and backed away from the door. My mom called me to come out. I managed to get him away from the door so I could come open it. However next he walked around to the backyard. When we followed him, he was just waiting at the back door to be let in. We think he may have been abandoned that way- let off the leash and left, and he wasn't going to let it happen this time. Later: Once again, we were at my grandparents house with Clyde. I was in the pool and my mom was reading her book. When I climbed out, I asked where he was. He wasn't on the patio so we called his name and he came running- right through the pachysandra. The next time I went in, he walked over and just sat down in it, looking very pleased with himself. He also finally felt comfortable enough to go off in the yard on his own. Go, Clyde!

Madness and Mayhem

Today Clyde was being quite bold with everyone. Begging, climbing, jumping, stealing. But I'll start at the beginning. We went to our friends' house, (the Lundwalls) and he was begging at the lunch table. He doesn't usually do that at home. Then he was biting at the spider plant and cactus in the corner. After some running outside, he calmed down and laid on the floor, soon falling asleep. Oh, and did I mention he was putting up his front paws on my chair in the hope of food? Then we took him to my grandparents and put him in the playpen. When I went in to change into my bathing suit, he hopped out of it and wouldn't let my grandpa near him. After that we kept him out on the leash. Soon after, he decided to jump up on the small wooden table my grandpa built. Oh Clyde. Now lets move inside. We took him in and both he and Buddy, (the other dog), were both loose. It went well- and then Clyde took Buddy's bone. Just picked it up, walked to the other side of the room, and sat down to chew it. On the upside, the dogs definitely got along. We also learned earlier today, (before any of this) he could be let off his leash in the park. We took him for a nice long walk and took the leash off for some of it. He likes to run- he'll almost keep up with me when I run in front of him. He also listens well when told to sit or come. Speaking of sit, when we stopped home in between the park and the visits, I was trying to towel off his wet paws and my mom was helping me find an easier way to do it. She said to sit, hint hint, 'Indian style', so he could lean on me. Upon hearing the word sit, he st right down. Good boy Clyde! :)

Clyde Hatches!

Today at my grandparents house, with my eight and eleven year old boy cousins, Clyde finally let loose and came out of his shell. My grandparents have a huge yard- part fenced in and part open. My cousins and I (With me holding Clyde on his leash), began to scope out places all over the yard that we found enjoyable. Together we can get a little crazy, but Clyde didn't seem to mind. He walked with us, ran, sniffed, sat, let them pet him, and even let Adam hold his leash. He didn't hide behind me, or cower around them. Later this streek continued when both my mom and dad sat next to him on the couch at different times. My dad even held his leash a bit on his later walk. Way to go, Clyde! :)

Laughs Caused By Clyde

Have you ever heard of how a bird thinks the first living thing it sees after it hatches is its mother? Well dogs must be that way when it comes to the person they first get used to in a new home. After sitting next to me for the whole ride home from the shelter, Clyde now follows me everywhere I go in the house. Today we came in from his walk and I sat on the hearth next to his bed and crate. He walked over and hopped right in. I stood up, walked to the couch, and sat down. He followed me and hopped up. When I returned to the hearth he looked at my mom like 'What, is she nuts?' Nuts, maybe I am, but he followed me anyway and hopped back in. Imagine this from a little wiener dog, who, yes, can have skeptical looks on his face.

Clyde Unleashed

Imagine a little wiener dog with a long body, short legs, and floppy ears. Now imagine that dog running- back and forth, his tongue lolling sideways out of his mouth, and his ears both flopped back against his head. Well this is Clyde, unleashed in my grandparents fenced in back yard.

After spending another few hours in his shaded playpen, Clyde let loose and ran- not being leashed or enclosed by anything.

Speaking of him being enclosed, Clyde is beginning his crate training. In preparation for a family vacation (different family members arriving throughout for a while), my mom bought him a crate so he would have his own place, and somewhere safe to go in a house with 2 - 5 - 6 (plus a bigger dog) - 7. He is beginning to understand that it isn't a bad thing to be in it. Once again, Clyde has proven he is a smart, gentle, loving dog.

Clyde's Family Meeting

Two Grandparents, One Aunt, Two Cousins, One Friend, and One Bigger Dog. This was what met Clyde at his first outing besides walks since he arrived. My mom and I coaxed him into the car, though he was shaking and his tail was between his legs once he got there. It was as if he thought he was going to be returned to his shelter. With some gentle pets and strokes along his back he relaxed and we were on our way.

When we walked in through the garage, the two younger boys were playing in the pool. Sitting/standing around on the patio, was my other cousin, my grandparents, and my aunt. Oh, and I can't forget Newtown's Alpha Dog, Buddy. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Buddy's first reaction to us walking in with another dog. After a little while, I was in the pool and Clyde was safely being smelled through the holes of a small section of playpen. He calmly took in his surroundings and got comfortable in his little area.

Getting him into the car to go home was much easier than the first time. He hopped in himself and got up on the seat. Long live Clyde!

The Beginning of Clyde's Training

Today I began attempting to train Clyde to sit. The method I learned to use was having a treat in my hand and drawing it back over his head in the hope that his nose would follow it and he would sit at the same time. He is a very smart dog and did a very good job. He also knew when enough was enough, and walked off when he was done. It is a multiple day project- I still have to add the word sit, add distractions, and soon have him get used to doing it in different situations and places.

We also took him on a longer walk than usual today, and he really came out of his shyness shell, and began to lead me on his leash. The way he acted so shy at the shelter indicated that it could take weeks or months for him to adjust to a new home, but he is already doing great.

Clyde's Story

This is a blog about an adorable Dachshund named Clyde. On Saturday July 17, we adopted him from the Monroe Animal Shelter in Monroe, CT. The plan was to get a spaniel mix named Brownie, but when that didn't work, Clyde stole our hearts. He was living in the kennel with a group of small, jumpy, excitable, Jack-Russel Terriers. When the woman walked in to take a dog, they jumped all over her, begging to be taken out. Gentle Clyde simply sat down behind her and looked up patiently. The second time she went in, he was closer to the fencing keeping them in. As she moved towards him, Clyde's bouncy roommates jumped all over, and Clyde was pushed against the fence. He took it like a gentleman and never complained. My mom whispered to me, "We're taking him home." Once finally taken out of the kennel, Clyde hid behind her legs. As a group we walked over to a tree and sat in the shade. Clyde was shaking, shy and nervous. Eventually he allowed us to pet him, and began to relax. We decided to adopt him.

After that, we had to go through all the paperwork-where we learned Clyde had been a stray, and had been moved from South Carolina to New Jersey and finally to Connecticut,- but finally, Clyde was settled in the car next to me, on the way to is new home. Before we got there, Clyde was taken on a detour to meet my grandparents. We put him on the leash and took him to the large yard they had in front of the house. He pulled toward the road and barked, not liking the mail lady very much. Out came Grandma, Grandpa, and their dog Buddy. Bud was about twice the size of Clyde. He sniffed all over him, but no one got hurt. After some time alone, Clyde calmed down and it was time for him to see where he would spend the rest of his doggy years.

Arriving at my house, we took him into the back yard, just in case. He met my dad and sniffed around, but not much more than that. We took him in got him settled. Over the course of that day, he went on a few walks, ate his dinner, and decided he liked laying on the hearth-bed or no bed.

Thats the story of the day I adopted a dog named Clyde. Keep an eye out for more of his adventures.