Pokey is definitely making himself at home. He's ridiculously cute. I'm beginning to appreciate Carter's foster mother more and more. When I adopted him, she'd been working on signs for several months and he came with some basic knowledge. Pokey has none. I'm beginning to despair that I will be able replicate the process... The first step is to get Pokey to understand that he has to look at me so that we can communicate. At the moment, I can't get him to look up past my ankles and I find myself flat on my belly, giving him signs at floor level. I should probably sweep...
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