Since the odds of me becoming a rock star when I grow up are zero, it's been gratifying to have Sawyer here the last few days. He follows me around everywhere, hanging on every word I say, happily doing anything I tell him. It's like having a groupie.
But now that he's more comfortable here, he doesn't follow me around quite as religiously, and he's started balking a bit more at going into his kennel. Yesterday, Sawyer started making faces to let me know what he thinks of being in his kennel.