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Adoption & "Intro to the Pack" Success
Wednesday Sep 29, 2004 02:41:00 PM
(REAL Family Press - 9/29/04 - copyrighted by Linda Nelson AKA "The Lady")
As I write today’s Press, Diva is laying underneath my left arm with her head on my thigh… Rogaine is on my right, with his head underneath my armpit (thank goodness I showered earlier today, huh? )… The twins (BooBooDog and YogiBear) are laying to the side of Rogaine, heads and butts intertwined so that’s a melding pot of “no hair and white cream with brown spots”… This is the morning nap that they all take, but the true story is how we got to this point… LOL… And y’all KNEW that was coming, huh?...
Paul went with me to get Diva on Monday morning and I was pretty nervous during the ride out to the shelter… I have to be honest – Paul’s words were still ringing in my ears… “Well, when you make this mistake, I’m going to sit on my throne and tell you that I told you so”… I kept thinking I probably was making a mistake as I’ve learned throughout the years when I do something for myself… I was being self-centered because we certainly didn’t need another animal around the house… Those that have animals don’t think much about “one more” but those that don’t care for animals just don’t understand the need to have one or have one more than one…
I also started thinking that I had no guarantees about her personality… It was VERY important to me that the four of them got along together and got along WELL… I’ve never had a Chihuahua before so I didn’t know much about their personality except that they can be very yappy and snappy… I already have a ton more things to get done than I have time to get it all done, so why in the heck was I adding one more thing that would require love and attention?... Yep, I am defective as I was told… And this was going to be a mistake for sure…
And on Monday, I started thinking that I had indeed done something that was going to put my family out… Once home, my crew did their normal behaviors once they see me – they’re all over me and so excited to see me, you’d have thought that I was a turkey drumstick or something… As I’ve got Diva in my arms, the crew is jumping around and she’s becoming more and more frightened by the moment…
At this point, I’m actually sweating… My back is so moist that it is causing my shirt to stick to my back… YUCK… And now I’ve brought this teeny tiny little pupper into an environment that is not good for her, will cause my family to make changes and I was the root of it all…
I put Diva into the cheapo kennel that I’d purchased for her over the weekend, asked Paul to keep an eye on the kennel and went out back, got the temporary yard we have (it folds up, back and forth in a zig zag – once opened in a circle it’s about 6’ across) and opened it up in the kitchen… Then I put Diva’s crate inside this circle and opened the crate door so she had somewhere “safe” to run to if need be… BooBooDog, YogiBear and Rogaine are doing everything within their power to say “Howdy” to Diva and Diva’s scared to no end… Now what?... Boy, have I pulled a real boner now~!!!...
I can’t blame her – she’s a teeny tiny little thing (4 lbs. 11.5 ounces) – Rogaine weighs 30 pounds alone, let alone “wound-up-like-a-top” BooBooDog and YogiBear, the alpha-king-of-the-house boss… This is a brand new house with smells and sounds that are totally foreign to her – the ONLY thing that is any bit familiar to her is me, and I’m “out there with the others”… LOL…
Now, I know I must have looked as ridiculous as they come, but finally I put a footstool inside of this yard (still standing up inside of the kitchen), steped inside the yard and try to decide what next – how I can fix this whole mess I’ve created by listening to my insides and heart, as opposed to my logical head… Finally I decided we’re going to do our “howdy-do’s” one by one and hoping this is going to work…
I reached over top of the yard and picked up YogiBear, bringing him into the yard and onto my lap… Diva starts to come over and do the traditional sniff at the precise moment that YogiBear turns his head towards her, giving her the “I am the boss” growl and stare… Into the kennel she goes, and stands there at the threshold, peering out… Geesh~!!... (drip, drip, drip as the sweat has now started forming across my forehead and sliding down the sides of my face! OMG~!)…
I hold onto YogiBear so that he’s immobilized and slowly Diva leaves her kennel and tip-toes out toward us… If nothing else, I must look as ridiculous as can be – even to her~!!... YogiBear allows the customary sniff-sniff-sniff, and then gets his turn to sniff back… Noses touch, no growls, more sniffing and it appears she’s passed muster…
Next, I repeat this with the BooBooDog who is STILL wound up like a top in her typical whirl-wind personality… We get through that well, and then it’s Rogaine’s turn… LOL… I tried to lift him up over the fence and he just weighed too much… And he’s a major baby about being picked up half-heartedly… You have REALLY got to have a hold of him just right (even under the best circumstances) if you want to lift him up for any reason at all…
Oh well… He’s just going to have to remain the “mysterious dog in black” to Diva… LOL…
Little by little and one by one, I allowed more and more interaction between all of them and everyone got along without any more growls, stares or “I don’t like you – go away” doggie language… The rest of the day continued on like this – a learning experience in that I’d try this or that, then step back and see if it was OK – if not I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do, but I just didn’t think I could make this all work if everyone didn’t get along well…
Most dogs like me and I can’t think of any dog that I’ve run across in my travels that didn’t like me… But amongst all that was going on, I’m worrying if Diva’s going to like me as well… After all, that’s one of the most important issues – I want a snuggle bunny that can go with me in my travels…
I’m also trying to figure out what bad habits she might have, her quirks and personality issues… Plus, and this a big issue – because Paul’s bent over backwards, trying so hard to understand me, my wishes and the desire to add this little thing to our home, I really do want this all to work out…
I wasn’t worried so much anymore about my making a mistake and hearing the “I told you so” but I REALLY wanted Paul to see that his attempt to more than meet me halfway this time was a good thing for all of us – not just me…
By the end of the day, all four were getting along well… I felt like I’d been put through the mill and in fact, fell asleep with Diva on one side of me in my lap, and the BooBooDog on the other side…. Geezie, peezie… What a stressful day to end so well at the end…
Yesterday, Diva went with Paul and I as we got our errands done, then into the vet for the check-up… The vet was somewhat surprised the four are getting along so well… Diva’s about a pound underweight… Then once she’s up to the weight she should be, she’s got 4 puppy teeth that need to be pulled… During the examination, the vet told me that I should try speaking Spanish to her… I laughed – thinking that she was referring to the popularity of the Chihuahuas after the Taco Bell commercial…
The vet said it again later on in the conversation and I questioned her as to her seriousness… I really did think she was kidding or making a joke… But in fact because of where Diva was picked up off the street in a highly populated Mexican area of town, so it’s a good possibility her previous owners were Mexicans… LOL… And I don’t speak a word of Spanish and those that I attempt to say, I severely bludgeon to death…
Diva’s already learned she goes with me when I leave the house… She’s a “lookey-lou” and insists on being able to look out the window… For the past two nights, she’s fallen asleep with me, as the three other puppers have curled up here and there around me… Strange noises still rattle her and she’s definitely a “flee like crazy” when something startles her… Yesterday I announced “Kennel” which is our command for the puppers to go into their kennel - when I leave the house, everyone goes into their kennel so that there aren’t any accidents nor anyone gets hurt while they’re on their own… LOL… I had to quick grab her as she followed “the pack” into the kennel…
Yesterday afternoon I looked around the family room in a quiet time of the day… Desiree is curled up on the settee with Oreo… Paul’s asleep in his recliner with BooBooDog and YogiBear curled up around him… Rogaine is curled up asleep by my knees and Diva’s asleep on my lap…
Few are the times when I actually sit and relax – during the day I’m a go-go-go person… And looking around at the scene, I felt almost totally overwhelmed all of a sudden… What a blessed person I am, having so many people and puppers who love me so deeply… For so many reasons I had pretty much given up the idea that I’d ever be able to have a snuggle bunny of my own and the amount of emotion I felt was just too much… I didn’t quite know what to do with all of it, but I sure felt like I was one of the luckiest people in the world… Amazing what a little teeny angel of 4+ lbs. can do for someone…
Yeah, I might be defective and even thought crazy for rescuing these four puppers… I do know Diva will ALWAYS be special to me because even after saying “NO MORE DOGS”, Paul went overboard trying to understand my needs and trying to fulfill it in the event I had not won the lottery… Just like Rogaine, Diva came into my life and filled some of those voids that I’ve carried around for so long…
And because of this required learning time with Diva, I’ve had a few times that I’m just sitting down with her on my lap or stretched across my arm… And petting her… I’ve just about “petted out” the street smutch she’s still carrying from her times on the street and then in the shelter (this weekend she gets her first bath because of being spayed last weekend)… If nothing else, she’s already taught me to slow down and appreciate the peacefulness of being loved and giving love to the point when the “cup is filled and overflowing”…
I’m one very lucky lady… I have the best daughter any mom could have, a husband that loves me and tries to understand me even if I am not understandable at all, and four puppers that can’t wait to be petted or loved by me… Not many people in this world have what I have – there may be MANY people that are much wealthier than I am money-wise, but few are in the other ways that count the most!
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