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kirkcudbrightAfter more than two years, we have a dog again.
Mercedes is a 6 year old Australian Cattle Dog mix, surrendered to the MSPCA because she was miserable living with children. She never did anything untoward, but once, when cornered by a group of 5-year-olds, she went pretty much catatonic and pitched over sideways. So obviously, the biggest question was how she'd react to Kylie. Initially shy, but in short order Kylie was walking her with no problem on either side.
This has been in the works for a week, but I didn't want to post about it, for fear of jinxing it. I first saw her after my volunteer shift last week, took her for a trial walk, and when I got back to the desk, there was someone else waiting to meet her. So I started filling out the application that minute, because I've seen how this works. About a month ago, there was a small whippet (possible Italian Greyhound cross) who, when I first saw him, already had two applications; mine was the third, but I knew my chances were slim to none. Ironically, we met him again last Saturday, when his adopter brought him in to have his nails trimmed.
We had an hour-long behavioral consultation yesterday, which failed to dissuade us. Two hours today, going over paperwork, getting rabies vaccine, heartworm, flea/tick, etc., also failed to dissuade me. So here I am, again with a dog. The cats are hissing, the chickens are running away, and I'm happy. :)
Mercedes is a 6 year old Australian Cattle Dog mix, surrendered to the MSPCA because she was miserable living with children. She never did anything untoward, but once, when cornered by a group of 5-year-olds, she went pretty much catatonic and pitched over sideways. So obviously, the biggest question was how she'd react to Kylie. Initially shy, but in short order Kylie was walking her with no problem on either side.
This has been in the works for a week, but I didn't want to post about it, for fear of jinxing it. I first saw her after my volunteer shift last week, took her for a trial walk, and when I got back to the desk, there was someone else waiting to meet her. So I started filling out the application that minute, because I've seen how this works. About a month ago, there was a small whippet (possible Italian Greyhound cross) who, when I first saw him, already had two applications; mine was the third, but I knew my chances were slim to none. Ironically, we met him again last Saturday, when his adopter brought him in to have his nails trimmed.
We had an hour-long behavioral consultation yesterday, which failed to dissuade us. Two hours today, going over paperwork, getting rabies vaccine, heartworm, flea/tick, etc., also failed to dissuade me. So here I am, again with a dog. The cats are hissing, the chickens are running away, and I'm happy. :)
