My mom and her boyfriend have gotten their last few dogs from the shelter. First was good but a wonderer that would take off and come back with the neighbors chickens. It ended up disappearing and most likely was taken out by said neighbor. Country folk don’t fuck around with that. Next was the sweetest most affectionate mutt on earth. They got a second dog as a companion but it had that nervous bladder thing and would pee a little every time you petted it. My mom was not about working that out and it stayed in the cage for the few days before she took it back. In today’s world rescuing means 90 percent are pits, pit mixes, and “terrier” mixes. I’d never for an instant ever have one of those if I had a kids. Too much risk on an unknown personality. Too many shitbird owners mistreating strong dogs with high prey drives.
I think looking for breed specific rescues is a good way to find a nice dog. That’s where Otto came from and he’s is the most gentle and sweet dog. But his anxiety can be a lot at times. He spooks super easily. So during holidays when the fireworks are in full swing, he’s in hell.Thunderstorms and heavy rain scare him too. Otherwise, he’s perfect.
Today was puppy pickup day. My sister and BIL were nice enough to come with me so that I could sit in the back on the way home with Zoe. The cats aren't sure at all what to think right now. The dark one, LillyFish, is off hiding in the root cellar and all I can see are her eyes glowing in the shadows. Canso, the other one, isn't really enthused about the situation, but is more than happy to keep an eye on things for a while. She's already running around and playing with toys. This area is usually the cats lounge area downstairs. Zoe's crate is now in that area, and Zoe is kind of exploring all of the cat stuff. I don't think they're impressed. Regardless, she is eating up a storm, shitting up a storm, and sleeping up a storm.
Well, the acclimatization process with the cats is going better. Close proximity, without a fight, all within less than 24 hours. I call that progress.
Oh my god, look at that fat fluffy puppy tummy. I've never had a puppy that small. I don't think I'd know what to do with myself.
Someone just realized they don't like going outside when it's raining out. I swear she looks like a bear cub right now.
Was preoccupied and realized that Zoe wasn't underfoot tripping me up. I thought she might have gotten into something, but turns out I left the laundry room door open and she snuck in. I think it's her favourite room in the house about now.
Took Zoe to my sister's place today for Easter dinner. She socialized with her cat very, very well... they ended up almost playing with each other by the time we left. There was a ton of curiosity between the two of them. Now I just have to convince my cats that it's this easy.
Ugh. That asshole hitting his dog now has two and we've seen him around. He walks them and every step is hitting them in the face with this collapsible baton stick thing. I don't even know what can be done but it makes me sick to my stomach.