This reminds me of picking up a dog from the SPCA, although with a lot more hyperbole. For the first two weeks she was too afraid to make a sound other than the

This reminds me of picking up a dog from the SPCA, although with a lot more hyperbole. For the first two weeks she was too afraid to make a sound other than the high pitched nasal whining. The first day she barked was hilarious, because she ran and hid from herself. We got her confidence up by encouraging her to do stupid stuff, like walking along our legs from the ottoman onto our laps or sitting on the back of the couch. She's now taken to doing laps of my head making occasional lick attacks. We took to putting booties on her because of all the salt the city puts on the sidewalks. We don't want it getting into cracks in her feet on longer walks (on short walks she lives in the snow tracking like a hound), plus she plays amateur dramatics when her paws get cold. Seeing her in the booties is hilarious as she doesn't seem to feel the ground (I guess its the permanent pressure on her pads) so she's walking like space dog making super exaggerated steps (I swear she's doing a John Cleese Hitler walk parody) and having her out for walks is awesome. She spends the entire walk running like crazy, but she's stuck at my pace as she only has marginal traction.