There was some progress today as far as Mel getting used to his new surroundings. He explored the extra room today and jumped on the loveseat, looked out the window. Things that he wouldn't dare do yesterday. He finally used his box for his ones and twos which he hadn't done in about 24 hours. He's exploring things with confidence now and he lets my dad love on his belly. All good signs.
I went to Brad's today and Mom checked on/played with Mel while I was gone. She said he did just fine, mostly napping on the bed.
I'm glad things are getting better becuase Brad doesn't seem too keen on letting Mel stay with him until I get an apt.
"Give him time" he said. This disappointed me because I never really ask Brad for anything. And he can't do this?
When I came home from Brad's, Brad called me to check on Mel. I said he was doing much better. Brad said " I was kind of hoping that he wouldn't." Meaning so Mel would have to come back to his house. What a.....what is the term I'm looking for?... not a jerk...but....a...emotion twister. That kind of thing.
In other news, the "boys" are coming over tomorrow to help Dad throw away about 100 pounds of useless shit in the basement. Fun.