It was a sad day at the shelter today. One of the dogs got loose in the kennel area. Since it was a nice day the back loading door was open, but tragically both doors in the linking run from the back yard to the drive were ajar. Silly doggie ran away into street and got hit. He didn’t make it at the animal emergency room. Julie was struggling to keep herself calm when explaining. Poor doggie was almost through the adoption process, too.
There was better news though. My little sweet Zoey and cutie pie Lexi both got adopted. Mickie is the only one left of “my” original little doggies. He is perking up quite a bit. I have decided that Butchie is a “dog potato”. He is a bulldog and only wants to walk to do his business. He would rather roll in the clover and lie on his back in the sun. So that is what we did during his “turn”. He flopped over on his back, so I gave him a nice belly rub while he was sunning himself. He just lay there so relaxed, so he seemed just like a dog potato. It was a special moment for us both. He was so content, and I felt like I was doing something really useful for a change. He doesn’t see so well due to his bad eyes, and he walked plumb into the dumpster on the way back in.
The other silly little dog, whose name escapes me at the moment, insists on taking part of the leash in his mouth and “walking the humin” instead of the other way around. “I’m in charge”, he says. He is a white with brown spotted mix breed.
Today I got to walk Angus and he began to work really well “to heel” – finally. I praised him non-stop and he would walk forever at heel, so he could be told what a super dog he was, and this was the best walk ever, and he was going to get such a great report card, etc etc etc. Wish I could say the same for Mango. He is still a very bad “puller” on the leash – and is so over excited when he is out it is hard to get his attention.
There was also a new set of puppies. I have discovered I am not overly fond of puppies – they are cute to watch, but what whiny babies they are. I love working with older dogs, and when I thought about it, I realized I’ve never had a puppy since Hildie when I was twelve. Nickie was a puppy too, though I guess. But he never seemed like a puppy, even though he was only 10 weeks old when he came to live with us.
Every time I work with the dogs at the shelter, I come home and appreciate my Lady even more. My Dad is not exaggerating when he says she is the sweetest dog. The doggies at the shelter can be sweet and loving, but Lady has such a gentle sweet spirit. As Ken says, all she wants is to be with us, near us. And a trip to doggie day care now and then LOL.