Happy 10th!
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elusivekTen years ago today, on the then-coldest-day-of-the-year-so-far, I was walking my dog Peppie (see my icon!) and he was preparing to do his Big Business, that I sat down on a ledge.
Certainly, a little black dog jumped on me and sat on my lap.
"oh, who are you?" I asked this little dog. The dog did not answer me. She just looked at me and wagged her tail.
I decided to try again. "Where's your boss?" I asked again.
Just then, a man walked past me, the dog jumped off and chased after the man. "oh, ok, there's your boss," I say to myself belated, clean up Peppie's business, and go on my merry way.
Ten minutes later, when Peppie was busy sniffing at some spot on the grass, I turned around and "oh! Hello again!" it was the black little dog. "Why don't you go home?" I asked. She just looked at me and started to follow hesitantly me as I made my way home with Peppie.
I tried to lose her, but then when we crossed the street, a bus was coming, and I got so worried she would get run over that I just turned around and said "Come on, you slowpoke, follow me! Come!" and she came running towards me.
We got home, and well. I was surprised my Mom didn't get pissed, and my Dad looked ecstatic. "This is a good dog," was the first thing he said.
"I saw her before," Mom says. "She must be an abandoned dog, she was looking for someone."
The next door neighbour commented (yes, a busybody) that she saw some kids "playing/torturing" the dog with a metal chain.
At home, in good lighting, I see her tail was a little crooked. She gobbled up the food we gave her. I gave her a bath.
We kept her for a few days, then decided that if she's staying for good, we should get her neutered. She was christened "Elizabeth (a.k.a. Lizzie)", but no one has ever called her that (haha). She goes around by "Menina" (girl, in Portuguese). My Dad also calls her "Mädchen" (girl, in German).
She got along well with Peppie (well, Peppie was a saint of a dog).
And now, 10 years later, she is now Queen amongst the dogs. She is the first for treats. She is the first to "get a lift" to get on the bed. She gets the dog bed. In fact, she gets ALL the dog beds if she chooses too. She even gets the human beds. Nothing is off-limits for her. And she behaves well.
I wonder how my Dad knew from the first look that this would be a good dog. Perhaps it's Dad and his in-touch-ness with nature. She even gets along with the cat now, so we really can't complain about anything.
Certainly, a little black dog jumped on me and sat on my lap.
"oh, who are you?" I asked this little dog. The dog did not answer me. She just looked at me and wagged her tail.
I decided to try again. "Where's your boss?" I asked again.
Just then, a man walked past me, the dog jumped off and chased after the man. "oh, ok, there's your boss," I say to myself belated, clean up Peppie's business, and go on my merry way.
Ten minutes later, when Peppie was busy sniffing at some spot on the grass, I turned around and "oh! Hello again!" it was the black little dog. "Why don't you go home?" I asked. She just looked at me and started to follow hesitantly me as I made my way home with Peppie.
I tried to lose her, but then when we crossed the street, a bus was coming, and I got so worried she would get run over that I just turned around and said "Come on, you slowpoke, follow me! Come!" and she came running towards me.
We got home, and well. I was surprised my Mom didn't get pissed, and my Dad looked ecstatic. "This is a good dog," was the first thing he said.
"I saw her before," Mom says. "She must be an abandoned dog, she was looking for someone."
The next door neighbour commented (yes, a busybody) that she saw some kids "playing/torturing" the dog with a metal chain.
At home, in good lighting, I see her tail was a little crooked. She gobbled up the food we gave her. I gave her a bath.
We kept her for a few days, then decided that if she's staying for good, we should get her neutered. She was christened "Elizabeth (a.k.a. Lizzie)", but no one has ever called her that (haha). She goes around by "Menina" (girl, in Portuguese). My Dad also calls her "Mädchen" (girl, in German).
She got along well with Peppie (well, Peppie was a saint of a dog).
And now, 10 years later, she is now Queen amongst the dogs. She is the first for treats. She is the first to "get a lift" to get on the bed. She gets the dog bed. In fact, she gets ALL the dog beds if she chooses too. She even gets the human beds. Nothing is off-limits for her. And she behaves well.
I wonder how my Dad knew from the first look that this would be a good dog. Perhaps it's Dad and his in-touch-ness with nature. She even gets along with the cat now, so we really can't complain about anything.
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Date: 2015-12-07 16:21 (UTC)