So mid-week last week, Chris (husband of Rachel, Brett's business partner) was playing golf at Swope Memorial when a dog started following them around the course. At one point she climbed up into the cart and went to sleep. No collar, and nobody at the clubhouse seemed to know or care anything about her. Even though he's not totally a dog guy Chris didn't feel like he could just leave her there, so he brought her home.
She's gotten along fine with Rachel's lab Lucy, and she's been good to the kids, but Maya (who just turned two) seems to be a bit afraid of her, so the search is on to find her a home. She's been to the vet and he's guessing her at 6-9 months old. She's in good shape and some sort of lab mix, I'm guessing with rhodesian ridgeback as that hair stands up on her back when she gets excited and barks. A beautiful face, tan with a black muzzle. She's very sweet, wags her tail constantly, and knows enough to go to the bathroom outside.
Last night was another wine tasting at their house. All California wines, all delicious by the way. Anyway, by the end of the evening we were all quite comfortable. I was fine to drive, but some how on the way out said "we'll take her home for the evening" and off we went.
She was a good girl, slept with us just fine, didn't chew on anything, and was really generally quite nice. And Alex was visably irked the entire time.
He's a social boy. Sure, he tends to want to meet people first, like at the dog park, but then he's thrilled to run and play with the dogs there. But we've gotten the idea since Jack's passing that Alex really is perfectly happy to be an only dog.
He and nameless girl dog got along fine. There was no fighting, but her one overture to playing was met with indifference. He just seemed tense.
We took her back this afternoon and tonight he seems to be back to normal. Relaxed, but kind of sleepy, probably from a day spent trying to figure out what was going on. Strangely he never seems like this when Prada comes to stay, so I don't know what was going on. I do know that while we've talked about a second dog (for company, which we thought he'd like), we're in no hurry now.
About Me
- David
- Kansas City, Missouri, United States
- 45 year old gay guy, living in the flyover states with his partner and schnauzers. Loves coffee, conversation, lamps. Hates mayonnaise. Opinions on everything else vary widely.
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my hopes is they allow this to be a teaching moment for Maya and help her learn that the unnamed pooch is a friend (since the pooch is acting friendly) so they get to keep the dog. obviously, she chose them.
of course it is their choice to make and i wish them luck.
I'd like that to happen too, but I'm getting the feeling that one dog (Lucy) is probably enough. They've put the word out and someone is coming to meet her, so hopefully they'll find her a good spot.
Brett and I were thinking about keeping her, but I guess Alex has put the kibosh on that.
Exciting. I hope she finds a wonderful home. Maybe you'll have her come over again and spend the night just to make sure.
David,
One month after Punch's passing and I think Judy is also coming around to the idea of being an only dog. No one to battle for special morsels or plates to lick, Daddy always ready to pick her up and baby her.
Come to think of it, I'm coming around to the idea of being on my own, too -- one less bell to answer, one less egg to fry.
Hey Chris, I'm glad you and Judy both are getting comfortable, I'm sure it's been a roller coaster for you both.
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