Fedor

At this moment, I am sitting in my bedroom cracking up. Fedor (pron. FAY-dor), as my husband has named him, is playing with his reflection in my mirrored closet doors. He's rolling back and forth, licking the mirror and yipping at himself-too funny! Yes, the name is a little, shall I say, different? Fedor is a Russian martial artist and my husband thinks that suits our Doberman just fine. OK.
 
He did really well with the crate last night. In fact, he has taken to snatching things he knows he shouldn't have and hiding them in the crate (already)! He cried for maybe 30 seconds when I shut him in for the night and then he curled up and slept until 6:00 this morning. I couldn't have asked for an easier first night.
 
He is wonderful. It's amazing how quickly we have all fallen in love. He is so gentle and eager to please. He is already learning to walk on a leash and learning to sit. I'm not sure how much of that is coming from you guys, but he's quick.
 
He's got some work to do in house training, but we're taking him out frequently and I'm sure we'll soon master that also.
 
How quickly it seems that he's irreplaceable (although I think my cat would tell you otherwise). I am so thankful to you for all of your work in placing Fedor with us.