Salut mes amis! I hadn’t planned to dive back into the old blog habit, but when I got messages from folks as far flung as France, Northern Ontario, and Australia saying they missed me, well, who am I to disappoint an adoring public? You want musings on the mundane, you got ‘em.
There is one nugget of news to report. After three months of tireless doggie devotion including a professional trainer, an experienced vet, and a ’round the clock loving yet firm master/object of canine obsession, Lulu the Meximutt did not fare well with us. She became increasingly possessive of Neil (who wouldn’t?) and aggressive—snapping and snarling at anyone in her path. And, as it turns out, a dog will indeed bite the hand that feeds, as long as it’s mine. We agonized over what to do. In the end the adoption agency intervened and advised that she needed more intensive and expert care than we could offer. Off she went to doggie boot camp.
As we suspected, she is doing far better in a place where there are other dogs who let her know that she is not Queen of All. Heads ruled over hearts in this case. We knew her need to guard Neil from me and the general public meant she needed a new start with new people. Another few months and she’ll be ready to rock and roll, hopefully in a home with another dog and a back yard full of squirrels to chase. Good-byes were said and tears (Neil’s) were shed, but it’s what’s best for the dog that matters.
And so, we’re back to being just us again. Months of nothing but taming the Lulutic, now what? Two battered old souls rattling around, devoid of purpose. We’ll have to find something else to talk about (12 years together, good luck to us) and something else to do with ourselves. Continue reading “The Best Laid Plans” »