I have memory of it. Enough memory to point out when I got a dog. (Which is a big deal when you are a cat person who is allergic to cats.)
Also I have enough memory to recall when our poor rescue dog had to endure her first move. God bless a beast who has no idea what’s going on, except knowing that it’s new.
Since then, our dear Sussie has recovered from moving, then recovered from losing an eye, then recovered from moving again, and again, and then . . . bless her heart, seriously. Last year, we rescued a lab puppy through this website.
What a challenge, for both dogs and humans. We were not fully prepared for an energetic (yet still worm-riddled and sickly) hard-headed boy with an insatiable need to chew and an unfortunate habit of toileting indoors.
We were also not prepared for the full bore resistance Sussie would wage against a new dog that dared invade her personal territory. Her first day was spent underneath the pillows on our bed. For the next month she wouldn’t share the same room with this interloper. Ever.
Frankly, I wanted to hide with Sussie. This new dog was a gigantic pain in the ass. Yet, also cute. So cute.
This photo of Sailor was taken last fall. Since then he’s been house trained, leash trained, and trained for basic commands. Also, he has learned that excessive begging just gets you crated.
Today he is bigger, but just as happy:
Happy dog owning! From the happiest dog-owning cat-lover to have ever typed words.