Thank you for sharing your wonderful news about Jackie! We have adopted older dogs for the past 15 years and they are the best, although they do come with some baggage.
After our latest adoptions, a old Aussie mix and a young setter mix, I called the foster mom in desperation because the Aussie wouldn’t eat, even after I bought the food he was used to. The problem was, he was used to eating with a bunch of other dogs and couldn’t eat in the kitchen alone. The setter mix, a shut-down, scared pup, wouldn’t eat anywhere but under the computer desk. We brought the Aussie’s food out to the living room with the other dog, problem solved. Now, the setter’s over being scared, but they are used to eating in the living room, so that’s where they eat.
I think you mentioned Jackie was a Lab, exercise like you are giving her is really good for her, as well as you.
And, as for not having the right ingredients for dishes I want to try, happens to me all the time!
Jackie is, after some discussion and research, a German Short-haired pointer. The SPCA said part Lab but seriously, I think Jackie is full bred.
A neighbor of mine gave me a catalogue with a leash type thing that attaches to a bike. The dog in the picture looked EXACTLY like Jackie.
These dogs....well they point. They have sad hunting dog eyes and run like greyhounds.
Speaking of foster moms for dog, my story is during my research to obtain a rescue dog I chanced upon a dog name CINDY.
I loved Cindy’s story, about three years old. I called HER foster Mom, talked, she said I would be perfect for Cindy.
Cindy sounded perfect so we arranged to meet at the SPCA.
Granddaughter ran to greet Cindy, daughter too. When I ran to meet her....
...SHE GROWLED AT ME!
It was a sign because hey, a dog you might adopt growling at you....it’s a sign of something not right. I asked the SPCA guys if they had any other dogs.
They told me go back and look. Very first cage up lopes Jackie, whole backside wagging....she’d just been spayed the day before and had only been returned to her cage a few minutes prior.
I wasn’t meant to take Cindy; I was met to take Jackie. Whose name was “Jackson” by the way, I don’t know why. I renamed her to the proper female name she deserves and sometimes call her Jacqueline.
It’s learning how they thing, what these rescue dogs have learned. The thing about the remote and cat litter scoop, come on....I’d been letting her out in the yard and she would poop and pee. But never did she run around just walk with me on leash. Jackie did not understand a yard. Jackie understood leashes.
Can you imagine how long she watched me to ascertain those objects I hold like a leash, how she got them from wherever....the cat litter scoop? Dag, it’s in the laundry room with, gasp, the cat litter pans.
But it’s way better than a puppy, I’ll tell you that. I am entirely too old for a puppy.