Arrival Story: Max belonged to our friends who have a set twins. Max was never crazy about the kids. His mom had to make the difficult decision to give up Max. She thought of us right away because we have known Max for 5 years. It is coming up on 1 year with Max being a part of our family. It feels like he has been here his whole life. Max is a different dog in our family than he was in his previous family. He has become affectionate--this really shocked his former family. He has blossomed.
In his former family he was allowed (an encouraged) to chase the cat. Something we did not approve of. Kit (Buddy's cat) took to Max pretty quickly. We had to work with Max, but he no longer chases Kit. Sometimes she even rubs up against him or goes nose-to-nose without an incident. I wouldn't say Max thinks of Kit has his "friend" but they are not enemies. Heck, he might even protect her from Jethro.
Max had known Checkers but did not know Buddy. We weren't sure how they'd get along because Max was not socialized with other dogs besides Cricket, a Cocker Spaniel that shared the house with him. Buddy, being the easygoing Beag that he was, had no problem with Max and Max even protected Buddy (even when he didn't need protecting).
Since September 23rd we have had a little kitten living with us. I don't like cats. But then again, I don't like dogs, either.
This one is a tiny little thing. Just 1.1 pound when it showed up. And he had two eye infections and a respiratory infection, too.
Luckily for me, mom kept him in the laundry room in Buddy's large crate and kept the door closed so I couldn't hear him or see him.
Eventually she let him out of the crate and he was allowed to roam the laundry room.
While mom and dad were on vacation they would let Willie out of the laundry room and he'd run like a flash through the house. He's very fast.
I've bit him twice. And I've gotten corrected twice.
Mom and dad have been talking about Willie leaving us soon. I do not know if I will be happy or sad. While mom and dad are at work, Willie and I have been hanging out. Most of the time we are in separate rooms, but there are times we share the couch.
Right now both of us are curled up on dad and all three of us are sleeping.
Willie and I have started to play together. Play! Me--with a cat--and I'm not trying to eat him. Mom never thought she's see this from me. I have made great progress in the year that I have been here.
I think that when Willie leaves this weekend I will be sad. I know that mom and dad will be sad, but Willie will be going to a great home and a lovely family.
Today I celebrated my one year Gotcha Day with mom and dad. I have had a lot of personal growth in these 365 days.
I became a part of mom and dad's family because I bit the girl twin on her 3rd birthday. My previous dad called my current dad and asked if they would take me in. Of course, mom and dad took me in without hesitation!
In this year I have really blossomed. I am much more socialized. Although I do still attack Jethro; but I do it because it is more of a game now. Luckily Jethro is a very well balanced dog and thinks it is a game, too.
Today the twins turned 4. We have had occasion to go to their house or they have come to ours. I get along fine with them and she asks when I am coming home. Although it is nice to see them, I much prefer the calmness here with mom and dad.
When I first came home, I did not much like car rides. But now I enjoy. Just last week our local DQ had a doggy weekend. For every $1 donation to Children's Hospital, a pup could get a dish of ice cream! Boy, did I enjoy that. I didn't get a head rush and wouldn't let me eat it all at once.
Another thing I didn't like was cuddling. But now, when we go to bed, I cuddle up to mom. I even go under the covers to be nearer to her. This melts her heart.
For the first time in my life, I am an only dog (since my bud, BuddyB made his journey to the Rainbow Bridge--I do miss him, though) and I am enjoying the attention that I am getting.
We are looking forward to many more Gotcha Day celebrations together.
This weekend I am having a sleep over at our house with my old roommate, Cricket! She is a black Cocker Spaniel and is a year old than I am. Until I came to live here, I lived with Cricket ever since I was a puppy. It is almost a year that Cricket and I have lived apart.
We had a terrible storm come through, and Crickey is afraid of storms. Prior to the storm she was pacing back and forth from room and room. At first we thought she was looking for her mom (because she's never been away from mom), but that we realized it was the storm. It is just quietly raining now and Crickey is much better. She is sitting under my mom--and I am letting her.
It seems as Cricket does not like Kit too much. When we lived together we had a cat. But our old dad would encourage us to chase Pandora--something Pandora did not like very well. Since I've lived with my new mom and dad I've made a lot of progress with getting along with Kit. We've even sat together on the front porch while mom cuts the grass.
Mom will try to get a picture of me and Cricket and post it on my page.