HA! wrong and wrong. Not only did she chase our birds but she chased OFF our geese who still haven't forgiven us and come home. And that bit about chewing? We knew we were in trouble when in the car on the way home she chewed up a pinwheel and a receipt. And the seat belt. And someones rubber boot. After the bird chasing debacle we knew her time with us was short. Her original owners were done with her but at our house she would constantly be chastised for be what she really is, a bird dog. It's a hard situation to be in, we don't want to keep a dog and constantly be on her for her natural talents. Then the owner of the original dog we were interested in called.
Turns out she'd had an emergency up north to deal with and called as soon as she got back to town. I told her we had adopted this lovely little bird chaser and but really we needed a non-bird dog, preferably a lab. And she laughed. "Boy Have I got the dog for you" she said. She continued to explain how her husband rescues labs and trains them as bird dogs to give to wounded vets. Except he'd lost his bird dog earlier and was looking to replace it and they had called about the weimeraner right before they called us. They were in possession of a rescued lab who didn't chase birds and was just not interested in birds but was an absolute darling dog.
Hearing about him I got chills. Would we like to meet said wonder dog? Oh HECK yeah, especially if the bird dog gets to go be a bird dog and the NON bird dog gets to grow old fat and lazy with us. She brought him over and we were hooked. An immediate attachment. The boys who liked the bird chaser, fell in love with non-bird dog. So when it was time for the lab rescue lady to go she simply opened her door told the bird dog to load up and we held on to the non bird dog and she drove off. I called to check up on the bird dog and she said her husband was already training her and they too, were in love. A perfect if not tangled ending to the "looking for the dog" saga.
Now I present to you wonder dog:
firing off rockets
|notice the studded collar? yeah we call that the definition of ironic|
playing in the field
begging for s'mores
looking slightly maniacal 'going for a ride'
and random gorgeous fall shot, because summer just got here and now it's time for snow!
I have been sick, but really we don't need dog food. OK maybe we do but we don't really need you to send it. The sickness is terrible. I slept about 32 hours out of 36. Wow. I'm not sure what I had/have but it was an energy suck big time. I'm here but I'm not really, if you know what I mean.
Peace and Love--