Fostering Henry

     Henry met a strange human inside the house for the first time yesterday. He wagged his tail, sniffed him and then ignored him. And that is the best I could have hoped for, he was very well mannered. And we were right about identifying the signs that Henry has to go out. I call it the prancy dance. One time we were fast enough, one time we were not.
     At the park this morning a dog named Lady, who we do not see often, was there. Zico, off-leash, ran up to play with her. Henry was held back by his leash. When Lady saw us approaching she ran toward Henry but after a quick sniff she showed her teeth. Very similar to what happened with Nikki. Henry's approach seems curious and playful, perhaps over-eager, but not hostile or aggressive in any way. When Henry ignored Lady for a moment and turned his back, she sniffed his behind and seemed OK with him. But when he turned to face her she showed her teeth again.
     Later, as we were leaving the park, both dogs leashed, we passed Monty, a huge black golden retriever mix whose owner says does not get along with males. (Although he does get along with Zico.) He and Henry sniffed each other and moved on.
     Zico has been trained to stay at the curb (on command) and not to enter a street before me. Henry seems to be learning this from Z. When we walk, Henry pulls on the leash, but when we are about to cross the street and I tell Zico, "Stay," Henry (sometimes) will stay too.
     After the walk and feeding, Zico goes into the bedroom to cuddle with Janelle (still dozing), while Heny (not allowed on the bed), curls up on a couch.