Barked: Mon Jul 30, '07 12:25pm PST |
 |  |  |  | I'd never even seen a skip until Feb 2004, when I met one while waiting to board a flight and she was out of her crate, flopping over for a belly rub for anyone who so much as glanced her way. I made the remarks I was to become so used to hearing: "She looks like a tiny bear cub! Or a fox!" When a week later she was on the return flight as well, it started to feel like kismet. I wrote down the name, but for some reason waited 2 months before looking it up on the web -- again, fate? I still wasn't considering getting a 2nd dog -- our 1st, a terrier mix, is very jealous -- but then I clicked on a link to "photos" that turned out to be a link to petfinder.com rescues -- sneaky! I STILL wasn't considering getting one, but as I was closing out, I noticed a senior skip with white in his muzzle, and forwarded it to my husband, but only to say, "This old guy looks like Walter" (our terrier mix). It was my husband who read the story of neglect by an elderly woman who'd herself been neglected and convinced me to drive 120 miles roundtrip to "just check out" what was to become our Eddie. All Eddie needed was a daily thyroid pill -- skips are prone to thyroid conditions, but the med is very inexpensive. Two and a half years later, when he was pushing 14, he developed a brain tumor, and we had him put down. I swore I wasn't going to get another 2nd dog, but 6 months later, we drove to another breeder/rescuer, this time 400 miles roundtrip, and brought home Loretta. Now I keep saying that after this one, I'll be done with skips, that terriers are a lot more obedient, but who knows? Clearly, I've been suckered in! |  |  |  |  |
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