I saw a bumper sticker the other day in the shape of a paw that read "Who Rescued Who?" It's one of the things I frequently feel about Django. He's rapidly become an uber-family member, choosing to spend time in the house as close to us as possible. He sleeps under the bed (he has to scoot himself sideways using his claws on the berber carpet to get under there!) He loves to play tug-of-war turning any leashed walks into play time. He chases balls, and apples from the tree which he eats. He also likes bananas. He actually returns the balls, and if I have two, he'll bring one back, drop it, and chase the other one. He can, theoretically, do this for hours. I have not tested it yet. He has learned to swim, first when he fell off a log into deep water, and finally as I threw balls out just beyond wading range. Now he will swim quite far out. He gets out of the yard once in awhile but seldom leaves the driveway. He hangs out with us outside, and comes reliably when called. During our almost daily woods walks, he runs off frequently, but keeps an eye (and ear) out for me, and always reappears (except the time he turned the wrong way on the logging road and ran back to the car.) He wants to be included in every activity. He continues to try and get the cat to play (good luck). And finally, he's ready for the New Year.
