Post by robynsa on Nov 14, 2014 1:32:35 GMT -5
She is a Fox Terrierish that I adopted from the shelter on Monday. I didn't go to the shelter with the intention of adopting but as I was walking around she caught my eye (and soul) and I brought her home. Out of the 200+ dogs, she was the only one that wasn't barking/going crazy. She was calmly standing and watching me, and when I approached she trotted over to the fence in a jolly fashion and just exuded sweetness. I gave her loves through the fence and she closed her eyes and looked completely blissful, despite her kennel companions leaping all over her. She didn't give any of them stink-eye or a lip curl or a growl, and that sort of character is excellent for our situation of different dogs coming in and out at the kennels each day. She is a very confident but savvy girl with other dogs and is low-intensity around humans.
On hearing her story - well, she doesn't really have one. She has been at the shelter for 5 years, and they have no history on her other than that she was unwanted. I'm guessing she's between 5 and 7 years old. She is a total lovebug and extremely smart. She has already learnt to sit, and a basic short-distance stay, as well as to stay outside the door unless invited in. I put the e-collar on her as soon as we got home, and she got one zap for jumping on the chicken tractor and one for chasing the cats in an overly curious manner (not really with intent, but she couldn't figure out what they were. Once she got to sniff them she was fine). She is very sensitive to any sort of correction so that's all it took and for the last 3 days she has lived among the other dogs, livestock and poulty free-range 24/7. She patrols the fencelines on her own, marking territory, and last night she started barking when she saw our staff walking up the driveway at dusk (they were about 100m away so she's pretty sharp!) and barked a few times in the night when she figured something was awry.
She was named Yin Yang at the shelter, and I called her Kira because it is basically the name of the protagonist of Phantom of the Opera (Erik), spelled backwards. She responds to her new name.
She has learnt so much and adapted so well in her 4 days of being here. I love her already. I hid her from Rets until last night, wanting to make sure she was actually going to fit in, because Rets keeps the fosters at extreme arms length and doesn't get attached to them. Oh, and I was utterly banned from bringing more dogs home Turns out that Rets loves her too
I have a feeling that she was sent to us by a dearly departed dog. They don't look the same, but something in her nature feels like a reincarnation for me, of my late mom's late dog, named Granny. The only physical similarity is that Granny also had a scruffy coat
She'll look quite different in a few months when she loses some of that middle-aged spread
On the ride home
Shortly after arriving, out for a walk with the daycare dogs
Eating breakfast amongst our pack
Chillin' with her peeps (including our resident dog-cat, Mickey)
With one of our LGDs, Maluty
And her default expression. The adoration literally floods from her eyes whenever she makes eye contact, and her tail never stops wagging.
On hearing her story - well, she doesn't really have one. She has been at the shelter for 5 years, and they have no history on her other than that she was unwanted. I'm guessing she's between 5 and 7 years old. She is a total lovebug and extremely smart. She has already learnt to sit, and a basic short-distance stay, as well as to stay outside the door unless invited in. I put the e-collar on her as soon as we got home, and she got one zap for jumping on the chicken tractor and one for chasing the cats in an overly curious manner (not really with intent, but she couldn't figure out what they were. Once she got to sniff them she was fine). She is very sensitive to any sort of correction so that's all it took and for the last 3 days she has lived among the other dogs, livestock and poulty free-range 24/7. She patrols the fencelines on her own, marking territory, and last night she started barking when she saw our staff walking up the driveway at dusk (they were about 100m away so she's pretty sharp!) and barked a few times in the night when she figured something was awry.
She was named Yin Yang at the shelter, and I called her Kira because it is basically the name of the protagonist of Phantom of the Opera (Erik), spelled backwards. She responds to her new name.
She has learnt so much and adapted so well in her 4 days of being here. I love her already. I hid her from Rets until last night, wanting to make sure she was actually going to fit in, because Rets keeps the fosters at extreme arms length and doesn't get attached to them. Oh, and I was utterly banned from bringing more dogs home Turns out that Rets loves her too
I have a feeling that she was sent to us by a dearly departed dog. They don't look the same, but something in her nature feels like a reincarnation for me, of my late mom's late dog, named Granny. The only physical similarity is that Granny also had a scruffy coat
She'll look quite different in a few months when she loses some of that middle-aged spread
On the ride home
Shortly after arriving, out for a walk with the daycare dogs
Eating breakfast amongst our pack
Chillin' with her peeps (including our resident dog-cat, Mickey)
With one of our LGDs, Maluty
And her default expression. The adoration literally floods from her eyes whenever she makes eye contact, and her tail never stops wagging.