squeegee
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- Sep 8, 2011
This is Minnie Pearl, with a face only This mama (and papa) could love. LOL.
She's about 8or 9 years old now, a pound rescue when she was about 2 or 3. I think she's half boxer, half boston, as she's about halfway between the two in size, and alllllll tongue. She will lick the burglars to death if they dare break in.
When we adopted her, we were looking for a boxer, which is what our friends had, and we loved their dog's personality. We'd been checking the pound weekly, and just hadn't "clicked" with a dog (and we had three venerable cats at the time, so clicking was important).
Then we saw poor, skinny little Minnie just sitting camly center-cage, watching us with those eyes. She had obviously been wandering on her own for some time, was skin n bones - 25lbs when 45-50 is her ideal.
That face, and the fact that she was the only quiet dog in the place, caught our attention immediately. Come to find out, whomever had her before must have invested a lot of time in her - she was housebroken, leash-trained, heel, stay, come, drop it, sit, "go box" crate trained, never jumped on people or furniture, didn't beg for people food, and was just generally more well-mannered than WE were.
The cats were never exactly impressed, but she never bothered them at all. Not even with an attempt to rump-sniff. LOL. The cats all eventually crossed the rainbow bridge having uttered nary a complaint about her!
Such a good dog.
Then my parents dog-sit for a weekend. Now she begs for (but doesn't get) people food.
Them some other friends dog-sit for a weekend. Now she gets on the sofa if she thinks we're not home. Lol.
I suppose those are the privileges of age, though. Just before I found out about my recurrent cancer, she developed a mast cell tumor on her chest, which thankfully was fully excised with no ill effects, and it's unlikely to have spread. I'm hoping she'll choose to spend many more happy years with us - so that once the 2-legged baby is a bit older, we can go back to giving more attention to our oldest "dog-hter."
She's about 8or 9 years old now, a pound rescue when she was about 2 or 3. I think she's half boxer, half boston, as she's about halfway between the two in size, and alllllll tongue. She will lick the burglars to death if they dare break in.
When we adopted her, we were looking for a boxer, which is what our friends had, and we loved their dog's personality. We'd been checking the pound weekly, and just hadn't "clicked" with a dog (and we had three venerable cats at the time, so clicking was important).
Then we saw poor, skinny little Minnie just sitting camly center-cage, watching us with those eyes. She had obviously been wandering on her own for some time, was skin n bones - 25lbs when 45-50 is her ideal.
That face, and the fact that she was the only quiet dog in the place, caught our attention immediately. Come to find out, whomever had her before must have invested a lot of time in her - she was housebroken, leash-trained, heel, stay, come, drop it, sit, "go box" crate trained, never jumped on people or furniture, didn't beg for people food, and was just generally more well-mannered than WE were.
The cats were never exactly impressed, but she never bothered them at all. Not even with an attempt to rump-sniff. LOL. The cats all eventually crossed the rainbow bridge having uttered nary a complaint about her!
Such a good dog.
Then my parents dog-sit for a weekend. Now she begs for (but doesn't get) people food.
Them some other friends dog-sit for a weekend. Now she gets on the sofa if she thinks we're not home. Lol.
I suppose those are the privileges of age, though. Just before I found out about my recurrent cancer, she developed a mast cell tumor on her chest, which thankfully was fully excised with no ill effects, and it's unlikely to have spread. I'm hoping she'll choose to spend many more happy years with us - so that once the 2-legged baby is a bit older, we can go back to giving more attention to our oldest "dog-hter."