Under my desk...
In Stumpy's OTHER chair
He's climbed into my lap and tried to get into the shower with me. (You'll be grateful there are no pictures of that.)
He mushes himself into Stumpy's kennel.
He's been a pretty good boy. After a few walks, he got the hang of the leash. He asks to go out and there have been no accidents.
Except for trying to go through windows, eat doors to escape, counter surfing, desk hopping and anxiety attacks he seems to be adjusting. I have a call into a Bernese Mountain dog rescue and they are hoping to arrange a foster home for him.
He is scheduled to be neutered and have his shots, etc. on Friday.
The Queen of Everything looks a little put out by the invasion, doesn't she? She might not mind so much if he would play with her...