I named him Drift. Drift seemed to fit for a couple of reasons. One reason is that drift is a well known, and used, fly fishing term and without doubt fly fishing is a large part of my life. Also, drift seemed to fit what I knew about this little dog.
He is a vagabond type of dog and through his travels he came to take up temporary residence at the home of my young boss. Drift seemed to be just fine staying outside my bosses home, but with the harshness of winter coming about, the boss was concerned that this small breed and short-haired dog would not fare well.
So Drift has now traded his free-ranging ways to a warm place on the living room sofa or love seat. It's been a hard adjustment for him and I can tell he longs for the hobo life.
I will have to admit he is a dedicated dog and when I am home he's not more than two feet from me. It's been not only an adjustment for him but yours truly also, because morning, noon, and night now I find myself dedicating a good amount of time taking Drift to the outdoors that he so loves. An outdoors that I share a love for.
Of course all good things are worth working for and it will take some time for Drift to learn to respect the command of my voice. I noticed right away that Drift owns what I call a running bone and therefore a leash will be necessary until we build up time and trust together. I think the biggest obstacle to achieving this goal is the fact that Drift didn't come to me as a young dog - he has a few years on him and is set in his ways. The trust factor will be vital.
Of course it's my hope that the day will come that Drift and I can explore the Blue River together and for me not to worry about him going Houdini.
He's a smart dog - extremely smart. I think he's going to make a wonderful fly-fishing friend.
