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Last week, we said goodbye to a dear friend - our old boy Pepper, aka Sam from the
Austin Humane Society
. He was our Nervous Nelly, our T-storm dog, with the mystery hack, his own stress bucket, and near the end, a bit of Doggie Alzheimer's. We'd find him barking into the closet, pacing all night, sleeping all day, and falling down was unfortunately an all too familiar site. But through it all, he got 11 good years with us (15 total) to stretch his legs and be free, and we got one helluva great dog. We'll miss you, Boy.
DogBoy Jr. was a complete and total trooper. He wanted to be a part of saying goodbye every step of the way. So at his request, we took him out of school, and he said goodbye his way, with lots of love, tears, and a heavy heart. I can't tell you how proud I was of him for being so grown up about it.
DogGirl Jr. was another story. She had been wanting a new dog for months (after we said no to a hamster, a horse, and a miniature horse), and our excuse was always that we couldn't - because we had to take care of Ol' Pep Pep. Well, once Pepper was gone, she wasted no time pulling up every local rescue site she could find online. She was determined to get her new dog now! Thankfully, we're bigger fans of delayed gratification than DogGirl Jr. After thoughtful consideration, and much support from friends, we decided that a 3 month period of doing her chores - consistently, would earn her our undivided attention and help finding the perfect furry fit for our household.
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Not just any old dog will do, mind you, as our canine clan already comes equipped with it's own set of quirks. First there's Tessa, the butter eater, our sweet old Yellow Lab, who gets along with everyone but puppies. As long as you're not jumping up tugging at her ear, she will let you do almost anything to her. Just the hint of her name, and she comes running - Did you want something, Mom? You want to pet me, don't you? But behind that uber-loving personality, you'll see her true nature. Trash eater, fence fighter, counter surfer, and UPS van chaser, this lovable fur ball won't let you stay mad long, because she's just so damn sweet.
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Next comes our Dane/Lab mix Rebel who deserves an entire blog post all to himself. Like our other two pups, Rebel was found on Crystal Bend Drive, but his story is a wee bit different. We didn't just find him; we found his owner dumping him - at the age of only three months! Apparently, he was rebellious (No, a puppy - rebellious?), and his owner thought he was better off on the street than at a shelter. After we had words with his former owner (and after I called the cops on him), we decided to keep the poor guy. Mr. Handsome, aka He Who Barks at the TV, is gloriously soft and hopelessly sweet, but can be a real turd with other overly enthusiastic dogs. At the Dog Ranch, he is fondly referred to as an
dog, which means he can't be put with just anyone...But when you see him sit pigeon-toed, and tuck his little nub of a tail under when he sits on cold tile, you can't help but love the Marmadukian qualities in him.
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And last, and actually least in size and stature, is my little angel Noodle. Our little 9 pounder, the Chiweenie - Senor Schnitzel, as we like to call him, is one tiny bundle of trouble. This one wandered right up to the driveway, and was too small to throw back into the wild...Oh yes, he's a snuggler, and quite the french kisser, I might add (ewww!), but at night when the family sleeps, he is busy eating childrens' library books, and chewing holes in leather furniture. In a group, away from his bad mommy, he seems to do fine with other dogs. On a leash, however, he becomes a Napoleonic Kujo, and then squeals like a stuck pig when a dog says he's not afraid. What a big baby - but I love him like I have never loved a dog before. He is my little hero. And you should see him on the agility field - amazing!
I know how this looks - the family of a dog trainer with imperfect pups? You remember the pastor with the wild children, right? Or the teacher who's kids can't spell? So here's your proof - we're human...and we're working on it! The point is, that finding the perfect fit for our family won't be easy, and yes, I'm sure our new dog will come with their own little set of paw-printed baggage. But we will love her (yes, it will be a her) with all our hearts, big, small, and fur-covered. The countdown begins!