Well, a week and a half ago, we dropped our daughter off at a birthday party, and we had a little time to kill with the boys. I suggested the Humane Society, and my husband actually said yes. He never says yes to things like that. We walked through all the cute cats (we already have one that only comes out at night to eat and play, and sleeps all day), we saw the birds, gerbils and rats. Then we walked into the dog area. Lots of pit bulls, not for our family. Some very cute small dogs, all on hold for other people. Then we saw Bailey. She was a 7 year old black lab with the biggest saddest eyes you have ever seen. She had lived with kids and other dogs before, and was turned in due to the owner moving. We later found out that was her second time there within six months.
We brought her into a visiting room with us and the two boys. She was perfect. She was ours!
Bailey has been living with us for over a week now, and has adjusted real good to our house. She doesn't answer to her name real good, but we have tried every other name we can think of. I guess Bailey it is then. She sits, shakes paws, lays down, rolls over, plays fetch with a tennis ball and walks great on a leash. She gets along with Lucy, our 10 year old collie/chow chow, and is afraid of the cat, which is the way he wants it.
So I guess I will eat my words, but for a great reason. We have had her for a little over a week, and it feels like she has been with us her whole life. She likes to chase the bunnies that live in our bushes, so I am excited to see what she will do with the pheasants and deer in the back, just like Dot used to do.
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