When he got here he was looking at doors and breathing a bit heavy, and then he did a fart that I took to be the final piece of evidence that he needed to poop. I was correct.
Next I made myself breakfast, letting him sniff everything for quality control.
I then gave him a good quantity of scritches, and now I'm chilling on the couch and he's chilling on a luxury dog bed on the rug beside me.
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