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Sitting on my lap is Carla, a 10-lb Chihuahua mix with an underbite. I call it an adorable underbite but someone else said she has a face only a mother could love. She’s the kind of dog someone will nickname “Fang.”
At the Pound, I found Carla cowering in a cage behind a sign with the tentative message: “Might Bite.” Outside of her cage and on the way to my car, her tail began a metronome beat and she pranced around begging to be lifted into my arms.
Although she was obviously happy to leave the Pound, Carla was also running a fever, coughing and sniffling. For several days she refused to eat as snot dripped from her nose. Finally, antibiotics and plenty of tlc did the trick. You might say she remembered she was still a young dog and began chasing the big dogs around the yard. She’d almost catch them and then think better of her original plan, turn and race for the door back into the house and safety.
I like this little dog. I like the way she burrows under the blankets of my bed. I like the funny chirping sounds she makes when she’s warning another dog away from the bed or my lap. I like that she’s solidly housebroken and only a little opinionated (maybe too much for a toddler but not for most adults). If she were older, I’d toy with calling her a curmudgeon. But since she’s only one to two years old, I’m leaning towards perky and peppery.
Carla will find a new home soon and I will hope that her owner appreciates her as much as I do. I will wish her luck in the New Year and ask that the new owner keep me posted on her progress.
At my feet are two exhausted dogs – Bristol
These are only a few of the dogs awaiting new homes. At this hour of the evening, they are unusually quiet and I am glad of that.
The holidays always bring stories happy and sad. A Springer Spaniel puppy went home to a family already beginning a scrapbook about his life. His Christmas stocking was waiting. A senior dachshund touched the hearts of two women who invited him home in time for Christmas. He also beat the odds and made it out of the Pound and survived major dental surgery before becoming adoptable. I had three calls today about dogs that had slipped away from their homes during the holidays. In two cases, the dogs were reunited with relieved owners. In the third case, however, the dog died after being struck by a car. The tearful owners called the dog’s former foster mom, who also cried. This is one of the things we dread the most -- bad news about a former foster dog.
Last week I wrote about some of the imperfect dogs who have found homes with people who love them anyway. I wrote about some of the curmudgeons including Rusty, the corgi mix who grumbled most of the time. Sadly, Rusty went into heart failure this week and had to be put to sleep. He had four months of attention and affection at the end and he didn’t die in the Pound. That’s the most we could give him.
Someone wrote to remind me of another curmudgeon, Sherlock, a wire-haired dachshund who terrorized other small dogs and looked like a whiskered old man. But he was loved.
Dogs are not like us when it comes to happiness. No one ever tells them that they are in charge of their own happiness or that no one else can make them happy or unhappy. We humans can and do make them happy or unhappy. It’s as simple as all that and as frightening.
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