I absolutely love that moment when you know for sure that a new animal in the household is okay with his changed circumstances.
Oliver has been so quiet since his arrival, I thought perhaps I had just adopted the ONLY non-barking sheltie on the planet. Not so. Today when I arrived home from work, all four dogs tumbled out the back door and much to my surprise, it was Oliver who jumped all around me, with a happy upturned face and shining eyes; then he proceeded to play bow and bark, bark, bark at each one of us in turn.
"C'mon Charley, play with me! C'mon Mama Jean, PLAY! Belle, Sadie, mom's home, let's PLAY!!!! " And then he raced around the yard (he's going to give our whippet friends, Kinley and Cisco, a run for their money) and bounced and jumped and barked and twirled around in front of us as he joyfully announced his presence to the whole neighbourhood.
The little guy is just fine. He knows that he belongs. My heart is singing tonight.