Yesterday the family drove half way across the state to go meet this dog that Jeff found on an adoption/rescue website. (There is a whole crazy story that I won't go into, here.)
We don't really know anything about the dog except she is female & a mutt of some kind. There is a suspicion of some small poodle, and some type of terrier. Her age is estimated at 4-5 months.
Someone named her Marabella (which we probably won't change). And I'm guessing she weighs 10 -15 pounds.
She smelled like a dirty dog, was shedding like crazy, and had obviously been playing outside. Our very first stop was a pet store to get shampoo and a brush, (well, and some puppy food, a harness & leash).
next stop was pizza & beer
stop three: the tub.
(girls first, then dog)
she actually did pretty well - for a totally freaked out dog.
(she doesn't know it yet, but she's getting another one tonight!)
Mimi got caught in the shaking, wriggling, rubbing fest that followed.
So, day one with a rescue dog. Yes, she is stressed out; yes, she had an upset tummy; yes, she ended up sleeping in the garage; yes, Jeff and I were up more than a couple times each during the night to visit with her.
But she doesn't chew (yet), doesn't lick (much), doesn't bark (at all), doesn't whine. I guess over all we're doing just slightly better than I had expected.
This is where 'Bella can be found at any given moment - under my heels.
Today it's cold and clear and windy, we bundled up & headed out to burn some energy on a mini hike.
Mission accomplished! Tired Puppy. (asleep next to my chair as I type this)