I adopted a sweet dog, a madra beag, back in February. We'll call her Camán, to protect the innocent.
The first week was tough. I sobbed while she hid in corners, refusing to come out, or eat, or at times, even go outside. I'd call the adoption shelter and cry to them, worried I was going to ruin her.
Newsflash!!! I didn't!!!!!
Now she's off out mingling with doggie neighbors. Apparently the doggie parents often arrange stuff for all the group to do.
Camán had been here 3 months and now has a bigger social circle than I do, and I've lived in this complex for 1.5 years.
It's just bloody typical really.
