I went to visit Aunt Dorothy and she has a new little doggie too, Penny. Roxie and Penny hit it off so well that I decided to go on a search for a little brother or sister doggie. Roxie has really hit a wall in her rehab. She won't stop barking at our sweet neighbors or anyone else under the age of 18. She is still scared of most things, but she doesn't flinch when someone tries to pet her, so that's good. Don't get me wrong, she has improved dramatically. In short, I thought she just looks so lonely all the time. So I when I returned from visiting my aunt, I decided to check out Petfinder, who it turns out has a cool app, just like Blogger did, thank you very much.
Who would have thought that I would come up with my ideal doggie the very day I installed that Petfinder's app? Seriously. I had an idea about what I wanted - either a tea cup poodle, like Penny, or a Yorkshire Terrier. I've always wanted a Yorkie. So I searched for both, and it turned out that right here at our local shelter was indeed a Yorkie, named Bentley. I logged out immediately, went directly to the shelter, and there he was. Poor baby. He was tiny, spunky, intelligent, and grossly underweight. But he was cute to me. I could see a healthy Yorkie in there somewhere, and it was love at first sight.
Because of our county ordinances, I was not allowed to take Bentley home that day. To adopt a pet from our county shelter it must first be spayed or neutered, and the neuter has to be done by the SPCA next door. So I had to wait about a week to get the surgery and bring Bentley home, but it worked out. I was able to visit him every day, and I brought him food! I think I put at least a half a pound on him before he had his surgery, and he came out of it happy as ever.
It was obvious after about 5 minutes that day... Roxie and Bentley would become great buddies. They were fast friends, often playing all day both inside and outside the house. As Bentley gained weight, lazy Roxie was losing it. Best of all, Bentley was already potty trained. Don't get me wrong, Bentley came with a few bad habits - play biting for one. Why do people teach their dogs to bite your hands while playing? Not good. It teaches dogs that it is ok to bite a human. Dogs get put to sleep for biting humans. Also, why do people play French kissy face with their dogs? Yetch. We have all seen where that mouth/nose has been.
Bentley is an excellent addition to our pet family, which now consists of: 1Miniature Schnauzer, 1 Yorkshire Terrier, 2 Blue Cochin hens, and 2 Well Summer hens. All of them are currently thriving, I would like to add. Now all we need to do is start working on the humans. Only kidding. I am happy to report that I am doing quite well, and that our marriage has survived and is better than ever. Yes, we have moved on, but like a parent who has lost a child, we will never forget our Hardy boy.
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