We brought him home! Yeah!!! Ah, hem... we proudly present our first born, Bryson Sunak Senakarn! (fanfare please!) 
In case you're wondering, Bill Bryson is one of our favorite writers of all times, and Sunak = "dog" in my husband's native Thai language (so he's Bryson the Dog Senakarn, in case anyone mistake him for a human baby).
Don't you just love that big goofy smile and those short little corgi legs? (feel free to swoon) This picture was taken when we first laid eyes on him at his previous residence this morning. Boy were we excited he's such a handsome boy! As expected he's quite well-mannered, although because of his life as a show dog, he knows pretty much every command except for "sit" and "down", as it was explained to us that proper show dogs like him aren't supposed to do these things in the ring... well, a bit of re-training will be in order as he's now happily retired and will live a life as a pampered house-pet (no more cheesy poses!)
Our trip home was uneventful, he traveled quite well in the crate. Just when we thought we had the most perfect little angel in the world, the first trouble began as we laid our first step inside our building, literally. There he was, trotting happily from the car to the front gate, but as soon as he saw the stairs ahead of him, he froze, and I swear his whole body shrank a size. We learned from Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer, that we should be persistent in our training especially in overcoming phobias, so we dragged and dragged until he almost gagged, we got up to one flight of stairs and I swear by the time we got up he sounded like I might have cut off his airway (a scary moment, never will this move be attempted again). Big freight elevator was where we headed next.
Turns out he has issues with even a short flight of stairs, as you can see at left how we had to shamelessly entice him to come down the few steps with treats; we finally had to swallow our pride and resort to the repeated "All Hail the Bryson" chant (ala the Got Milk Alien commercial) in unison for about 10 minutes. That (and the irresistable treat) eventually appeased the Highness who came down, albeit a bit clumsily, successfully on his own after about an hour.
It took a while but it was a start and we were proud that he took this first step in overcoming his phobia. And we know that it was a long and tiring and confusing day for him, so despite of that (and peeing on the couch once, which was promptly denounced), he still got a gold star!
I'm dead tired and still need to pack for Seattle tomorrow, can't help but feel a little bit guilty for leaving him as soon as we got him... but Daddy will take good care of him (with help from Uncle Henning, whom we hope wouldn't play tricks on him)
Here are some miscellaneous first day pictures:
Our first walk around Marysville ("Whaddya looking at?")
Oohhhh yeah.... Right.. there
Does my nose look moist to you?
This ain't Oroville but it's growing on me
Let's strike a pose!
I like your Christmas tree, it's tasteful
