Favorite Walk: anywhere that has squirrels to watch
Best Tricks: she is not a 'tricky' girl
Arrival Story: The Good:
I first met Sammy in Elkhart, Indiana where I met the folks who drove her 1/2 way to meet me. Kiowa enjoyed meeting her and gave her his trademark full body sniff down and wagging his tail and grinning the entire time. Sammy was a bit confuzzled by all the days activity and a little shy. She settled in right away and ate a full meal and drank about a gallon of water! (poor thing hadn't eaten anything and barely drank all day) She then settled in on a blanket and was quiet as a mouse all night. At least as quiet as a mouse who is periodically getting up to slurp water can be! In the morning she had her potty and ate a little and while I was packing up the car I returned to the room to find her camped out on the bed which made me laugh. It made me laugh because I was told Sammy was not a furniture type and I had also once been told by the same adoption group that my gal Natasha 'did not do furniture' as well. I went back to my car to get my camera and then........
I left Sammy comfy on the bed and walked 10 ft to my car for the camera. When I opened the motel door with the camera ready....Sammys nose was in the door and before I could react she had pushed through. By the time I dropped my camera, grabbed a leash and had kicked my flip flops off....she was on the other end of the motel parking lot. I went after her calling her name and Sammy wasn't having none of that! At least she was still in the lit motel parking lot and I could see her until.....
Sammy continued her journey down a service road behind the motel which was kinda good in that at least she was heading AWAY from the highway. What is not so great is that it's 4 AM, there is no lighting etc. She gets to the back yard of a house about a block down. The yard is fenced on 3 sides so I'm hoping and praying that I can get to her. I get about 2 ft from her (hoping these ppl don't wake up to a noise in their back yard and come out with a shotgun) when Sammy bolts and continues on her merry way. By this time we are on a gravel road and it's pitch black out. I'm beginning to panic because as I realize, 'I'M IN FLIPPIN' ELKHART INDIANA (where I don't know a soul) CHASING AFTER A BLACK DOG IN TOTAL DARKNESS BAREFOOT DOWN A GRAVEL ROAD! If you are thinking it couldn't get worse......I could just barely see Sammys shadow ahead of me when she leads me into what I imagine might of been a swamp. All I know is the weeds are over my head and I'm ankle deep in muck and sure that some nocturnal Anaconda is gearing up to have me for breakfast. I finally saw/heard something black and panting a few feet ahead of me and leashed it and brought it out. Luckily it turned out to be Sammy! Sammy also seemed to realize that this wasn't such a great idea after all and stood still and let me approach her and waited patiently while I fumbled to get her leash on because my hands were shaking, don't think they weren't!
Thankfully after that the rest of the day was uneventful and I was able to get her home in one piece and she is settling in. Me.....I required a cpl of adult beverages by the time I got home!
Bio: Sammy is missing most of her top teeth and is black with a graying muzzle. That coupled with being 7 yrs old makes her hard to adopt out. Who wants old/ugly/toothless black dogs? I do! I do!