A few months ago, our neighbor brought home a rescue dog, who I'll call Delilah. Delilah has a troubled past, and our neighbor hoped to give her a better future in Kansas, after some bad experiences in Texas. Delilah was, understandably, skittish at first. When she saw me, she would stop, bark at me, and […]

A few months ago, our neighbor brought home a rescue dog, who I'll call Delilah.
Delilah has a troubled past, and our neighbor hoped to give her a better future in Kansas, after some bad experiences in Texas.
Delilah was, understandably, skittish at first. When she saw me, she would stop, bark at me, and then sprint away. I conceived the idea of befriending her, so I went to the store and purchased a box of peanut butter biscuits.
At first, Delilah wouldn't come anywhere near me, even as I held out a biscuit and spoke encouragingly for her to come and get it. So I tossed the biscuit toward her. She immediately ran out of my sight. Since then and after multiple treats given to her by my wife and me, Delilah has apparently decided that we're okay humans after all and will even, on occasion, take a biscuit or other treat right out of our hands. We love Delilah, who is not aggressive at all, but simply in the process of getting past her experiences with the dark side of human behavior.
I think the turning point for Delilah and me came about 10:30 or 11 p.m. one night a few weeks ago when I awakened to repeated howling sound outside. Delilah had been let outside to do her business and was more than ready to return to her safe place, inside. When I didn't get an answer at the front door, I went around back and, noticing that only the storm door was shut, held it open for her to enter. She didn't, of course, but my neighbor's son soon arrived and let her back inside the house. Prior to this, I had had a talk with her through the fence (and, as she tilted her head, she seemed to be listening), telling her how I was trying to get some sleep and that I would try to help her to get back inside to her happy place.
Delilah's antics have caused us to shake our heads a few times. One morning, I noticed that a piece of our smoker, left on the porch by my wife for some unknown reason, was missing. I followed my suspicions and discovered the part, licked clean, in my neighbor's backyard. Another time Kathie left a small bag of trash on the porch late one evening. You know what the end result of that was when I exited the house the following morning.
Yes, Delilah has a few bad habits, but don't we all?
Anyway, since we don't have our own dog anymore, we are enjoying the opportunity to share, now and then, Delilah with our neighbor. Incidentally, my neighbor told me recently that Delilah is a great traveling companion and lays down in the vehicle most of the time, only arising when there might be something interesting to look at.
Yes, Delilah's coming along, and we are enjoying observing the process.