Adoption forges ahead. We went for a walk yesterday. He tolerated the harness (something he'd earlier refused), and a jaunty little sports jacket (never did I think I'd be dressing a dog). Not a sign of lack of socialization. Doggy kisses. As always, sat in my lap, but this time facing me instead of the back-turned "I love her but I'm facing out so I can get the fuck out" version. Friendly with everyone. His pee aim is a little off but I guess mine would be too if I had my nuts removed.
If I had nuts.
And had to wear the cone of shame.