Poor Piper! She wonders if anyone got the license plate of the truck that hit her!
But don’t worry, she got him back.
The *real* incoming will most likely be this fella from Animal Control.
Skip is a middle aged border collie fella with a serious ball-lust.
I have room for Skip because Faith is outgoing … actually, Faith already outwent, this afternoon (insert pouty face here).
I’m sure going to miss her like crazy … I already do. No more deaf dog tap dancing on my laminate floor :( Faith said she was tired of the Great White North and she went back to the United States, to live with her new brother Trevor, a springer spaniel X BC, and her other new brother Alexander, who is 6 years old and human.
I sure hope she’s happy. Sometimes it’s easy to let a dog go, and sometimes it’s hard. Faith was hard, cuz I love her.
Piper is not sad though. This morning she and Faith got into it twice, and Faith bested her both times, so Piper is now psychologically scarred for life … and twice as bitchy.
Tweed’s sad too …
… but not because Faith is gone. Rather, he mourns his freedom. He is once again relegated to on-leash walks only, because we can’t seem to clear up that strained shoulder he’s suffering from. Dr. Bowra didn’t think (after $400 of totally useless x-rays at the other vet, whom I will never use again) the problem was his foot at all, but rather a strained shoulder. I suspect he thinks this, because he made Tweed scream twice while messing around with it (I’m what you call “observant”). But even with limited exercise, his shoulder is still giving him problems.
He’s an old man dog, so I understand things take longer to heal … but it’s been three weeks! I feel like I’ve been down this road before, somehow.
Anyway, incoming Skip joins incame already Mingo, a handsome blue and white dog that is NOT, as this photo suggests, a giant disembodied head stuck on another, smaller dog’s body.
He’s actually a pretty normally proportioned tall dog, who likes to carry his red teddy bear on walks.
And this is his sister Tippy, who would like me to get the camera the fuck out of her face and who IS, as the photo suggests, a ball of hair with some dog in it.
They are two shy dogs from an isolated farm who were surrendered to the SPCA when the owner got ill. The SPCA took immense pains to socialize these dogs and get them back into decent conditions, but eventually figured they needed to be in homes to make any more progress.
Mingo is mostly scared of people, but doesn’t seem phased by new surroundings. Tip is nervous of people, but seems more to fear environmental newness. Together they are a startled dog mass of spook. But both are coming around splendidly and will each make someone a nice pet with a bit more time and patience.
As for me, I’m still driving the Waggin’ Wagon. Part of me really wants to get a vehicle that crates will fit into, so that other drivers will stop pointing and laughing at my car-o-dogs at stoplights! But part of me is really appreciating having no monthly car payments, so I am taking my time finding something new. I am thinking about taking out the back bench seat and replacing it with more crates. In the meantime, it gets me to and from work reliably, and also to and from physio, where the nice man tries to make the pain in my shoulder and neck go away. Ouch.