The past week saw a major breakthrough.
A couple months ago, I replaced the plastic barrel cap he'd been using with an old kitchen pot from my bachelor days. At first (as with all change) he wasn't sure he liked that. After a few days, though, he started playing with it, and moving it about. So going out to feed him often became Find Sandy's Bowl game. Because, yanno, nearly all Dogs are Gamers. ::nods::
He'd been coming up to me when I went out to feed him, and up to Herself, though not as close, when she went out to feed him. Still No Touchee though.
Then a couple weeks ago, he started nuzzling my hand while I walked, and not backing off when I put the food in his bowl. By the end of the week, he accepted pets on the head. Start of last week, he would let me be squatting down next to the bowl and start to eat. So Herself came out with me the next day. Oh. Change. He hung back 20 feet or so. Next day though, just me going out, he forgave me and came right up, bouncy, playful, happy to receive petting on a dogs head.
Friday, he was outside the back door (been hanging out there often) and Herself went out to sit on the steps. She took some leftover french fries with her. He came closer. She tossed him a fry. He snuffled and ate it. She offered another. He came closer and snuffled, then took it from her hand. Third fry... he climbed the steps and sat next to her before she could offer.
He's stuck his head in the door and snuffled, not sure he wants to come inside though. However, from either of us now, he's quite happy to see us around and about, not only at mealtime either, and will accept strokes.
Now it's just see if we can convince the Bros that he's OK to stay, even if outdoors, out on the back side.
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