I Dare You To Watch This Without Crying

I sure couldn’t:

A lot of my crying is because I can see the loving and supportive potential in TempDog #5, who is still, ever so slowly, coming out of her shell (she spent yesterday cuddling at my feet and actually wrestled with Rio for about two minutes before she remembered she was supposed to be frightened and cowering behind the couch. And then, instead of cowering, she just lay down and thumped her tail at me while I petted her. Baby steps.) Of course, Ricki here had all the benefits of always being in a loving and supportive environment, whereas TempDog#5 was neglected and possibly abused for the first year of her life.

I would love to get her to the point where she comes out of her cage all by herself. She doesn’t need to be the friendliest dog in the world (cough, cough, Rio, I’m looking at you), but I think if I could get her to voluntarily join the society of my home, I’d consider her cured.

Because she’s REALLY happy outside. Look: