My New Fur Baby

People say the only time that a good dog will hurt you is when they die. My heart has been broken for a long time.  It has been almost three years since I lost my beautiful Black Lab, Shadow.  A couple of months ago I took down the makeshift memorial to her, but left one photo and the mold of her foot print. The hurt isn’t as raw anymore. She will be in my heart forever. I still have tears for her streaming down my face just writing this paragraph. They say time heals all wounds and it does.

 I’d been kicking around the idea about a possible addition to my home. I wanted a playmate for my four year old Mizz Ziva before she was too old to really enjoy one. Time, money, and the stars were all in line and got me thinking, I was definitely ready for a new fur baby.  I looked on line at different rescue sites. I had my criteria ready. I wanted a smart, smaller-than-40 pounds, and not-all black dog. The search went on for weeks. The moment I saw her sweet beautiful face it stopped me dead in my tracts. A thirty pound, nine month old white Australian Shepard mix with a big brown patch over the left side of her face with a cute black nose. I began to read her bio: “good with dogs, cat, and children.” There was even a video of her playing with a kitten. I was lucky. We did a meet and greet with Ziva. They acted like they were long lost sisters from another mother. The adoption process with Wags Rescue and Referral went very smoothly.

Kayleena H. Wilson was her name for about 30 seconds. Now she is just Kai. All I can say is the first month with her has been hell. I understood Kai was scared and nervous in her new surroundings. She had been though a lot in the past month according to her paperwork. She knew nothing, except how to look cute.  This dog had no training at all: she crapped and peed in my house; tried to eat my underwear, shoes, and pens; gave me no personal space while I’m on the toilet; couldn’t be left alone in a crate without freaking out; and stole my towel when I was taking a shower. I watched how fast toilet paper can stream from the bathroom into the living room. Greetings consisted of her jumping, then raking her nails all the way down the back of my legs.  Like a doggy version of Freddy Krueger.

The good news is that she’s getting a lot better. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Camp Jean’s Doggie Day Care. Jean and all the ladies there take care of Kai while I’m working. Kai doesn’t have to be crated and left alone to freak out. She gets to submerge herself in the pool and play all day while I’m working. It should be the other way around. This has really helped tremendously with the speed of her training and the ease of her separation issues. A tired dog is a good dog. I love Doggie Day Care!

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