Swing and a miss…
Since Rocko passed I’ve been on the hunt for another dog to keep Shiva company. We’d thought we found the perfect mutt in the Corgiador, but the adorkable cuteness hid a dog with significant issues.
The rescue initially said he was crate trained, housebroken, and had issues with other dominant dogs, but was fine with outdoor cats and dogs. Shiva is a pushover, so no problems there, and the initial meet and greet of the cat was also all golden.
He started out on his best behavior, but as he settled in we slowly found out he had some serious separation anxiety issues, aggressive resource guarding issues, and an unsafe level of prey drive.
Lab + Corgi + ??? = Awesome!
I was planning on getting lots of writing and artwork done this weekend… and then there was dog! And while I did get some things done, it pretty much just devolved into ‘loving on the new dog’ once the rescue decided we’d make a good home for him.
On that note, Shout out to Misfit Animal Rescue for fostering this adorkable pup! His old owners fibbed about him being dog aggressive when they dropped him off at the pound, so the rescue took a big chance on him. Turns out his old owners were jerks (they ditched him for a new puppy) and he is great with dogs, cats, kids, adults, chickens, pigs, and most other things within licking distance.
Rocco, the Snow Detecting Weatherdog!
In October of 2009 our world was suddenly improved with the addition of a hand-me-down corgi named Rocco (aka Rocko) ((aka Rockstar)) (((aka Corgiboy))) and on Saturday he quietly took his last curtain call.
My family has a long history of corgidom and I thought I knew what to expect… but this tricolored little dude soon proved me wrong!
Rocco was the exact opposite of all the corgis I had known before– He was very picky about his food instead of inhaling anything that looked even remotely edible. He hid from people instead of smothering them with corgi-kisses. He wasn’t interested in rope tugs or balls, but he adored his frisbee. He loved the safe space of his crate instead of running around like a small bundle of chaos. And to top it all off he was tiny instead of a giant loaf of bread… although that bit was actually in his favor. (Who knew corgis could actually come in ‘ideal’ bodyshape? 😉 )
A Youngling GingerHound
Back in 2004 a very rowdy shepherd mix puppy made her way into our lives and on Saturday she quietly left us again.
You never know quite what you are going to get when you bring home a pound puppy, but we won the SPCA lotto with Ginger. She might have been a lovable bundle of puppy stupid, but Ginger quickly convinced us that she wasn’t just a dog– she was people.
She was a Dog Who Knew Things, you see. She knew when it was Time For Bed and when it was Time For Dinner and that you always (always!) had to bring your stuffed animal to the back door when you wanted to go out. She knew that she could lick near your face, but not on it; that back doors were open season, but she couldn’t go out the front door without a leash; and she knew when we left for work and when we got home… but most of all she knew she was a People.
Goodbye (and cat)
Back in 1995 a very small kitten made her way into my life and yesterday she quietly left me again.
I can never repay Dex for all those wonderful years,
For the purrs and the bitchy maos,
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