My heart couldn’t stand it – we have adopted a new pup. She’s a terrier mix we are calling Gracie.
With the passing of my beloved Kirby – there was a huge hole in my heart. I needed/wanted a little dog. I tried several rescue groups in the area – hoping to support people that were working hard to save lives. One rescue refused to allow me to adopt – because I would not/do not give my pets constant flea prevention and heartworm prevention. I spoke with another rescue about a beautiful little Australian Shepherd (miniature) – but after I completed the application, they never got back in touch. Another rescue was wonderful – Almost Home Rescue of Florida – but the timing was not right for a little guy I was interested in. Trying very hard to adopt, we then turned to the Tampa Humane Society.
We walked into the back room of the shelter – where the small dogs are housed – and there was one that was having a very difficult time being in a shelter. She was crying constantly. Which made me cry. There was quite a few people there looking at the dogs, but no one was paying any attention to this little girl – my guess is because she was having such a hard time. But we did. I was drawn to her.
She wanted to come close to the door to visit with us, but she was afraid. She sat back a few inches shaking and crying. We made the decision to do a visit with her – despite her fear. As I had hoped, she took the chance and opened up a little with us when she was out of her crate. Scared animals always trust my daughter – and out of her crate this little scared dog came right up to my daughter and climbed in her lap. That was enough for me, we adopted her.
A little dog coming into my house is not an easy thing (another dog – large, 4 cats, bird). She was afraid of everything at first, but within a day was starting to feel more comfortable. We are now at 2 full days and the tail is starting to wag and she’s more than willing to give us kisses. She did chase one of the cats…but one simple ‘No’ stopped her. We are working things out – that is except for the food.
She doesn’t understand what real food is. She’ll take a bite – and as she’s chewing her lips curl up as if to say ‘what in the world is this?’ This kid has a lot to learn about food.
She’s about a year old, she came from a kill shelter out of state (not sure what state). I’m choosing to believe she is part Manchester Terrier. A Manchester was my first dog as a kid, my Grandfather had one and my Great Aunt had one too (that would answer the phone – no kidding, you’d call her house and it would be answered by a barking dog. She’d knock the receiver off the base and bark constantly before my Aunt could get to it.).
Thanks to everyone for your kind words about Kirby. I think Kirby would like Gracie – Kirby liked everyone. Now we need Kirby to tell Gracie the food here is great, and toys are fun to play with. We’ll get there…will just take some time.