If we were having coffee today, I’d be inclined to give you a little update. About two months ago I posted about going to a local animal shelter (Avoiding Shelter) while looking for our son’s lost dog.
I included a sad story about a dog named Daisy being surrendered while we were there. Although we were very moved by the experience and thought about rescuing her, we found out she was quickly adopted and were hopeful that she had found her forever home.
I’ve found out a little more about her in the meantime. This shelter posts pictures of the pets that they have. I had still been periodically looking for my son’s lost dog (still lost!). A little over three weeks after we had seen Daisy at the shelter, she popped up again on the shelter’s website. I called and inquired about her.
“Is there anything wrong with her?”
“Not a thing. It’s people that are her problem,” the nice lady at the shelter told me and gave me a little more info on her past.
The owners who originally surrendered her in February had no real explanation. They’d had her for four years and had adopted her at the shelter. After that, she was quickly adopted, then returned after ONE DAY. That was the day we saw her. Another couple adopted her pretty quickly. As the story goes, they tried to sneak her into their apartment but weren’t allowed to have a dog and of course, they didn’t get away with it. After three weeks they either had to move or get rid of the dog. That was when she showed back up at the shelter and on the website. So, within five weeks, Daisy had been surrendered at the shelter three times. This last time she was fostered and I had a good long talk with her foster mom. She too was at a loss to understand Daisy’s problem finding a home and was quite fond of her.
I think you can guess the rest of the story:
She’s a bit blurry-eyed … I woke her up for that picture. She’s spent a little over a month with us so far. She’s an outstanding dog. She’s five years old, is house trained, is completely obsessed with our neighbor’s chickens, guinea-fowl, and ducks (who all seem to love to visit, hopefully eating ticks in our yard), and is trying to figure out how to be friends with our existing clowder of cats. She’s trying, but the cats still want to keep her at paw’s length. The vet says she is a beagle/spaniel mix.
She is just now starting to really feel at home with us. I don’t blame her for some of her confusion. She’s bursting with love for just about everyone she meets. I hope she doesn’t do that with burglars. (“Hi, take anything thing you want!”)
When she’s really happy to see you, she doesn’t just wag her tail, she wags the entire back end of her body.
Thomas Fenske is an author living in NC. My lead picture is still a pink ribbon. My wife is mending and I want to thank all of you who responded to my last posting. Please give to breast cancer research … even a little goes a long way.