Lots and lots of PUP-DATES!

We've been dog-less for over a week. You forget how quiet and lonely (and clean and easy) life is without a dog. Sigh. Regardless, we need to take a break with wedding day less than month away. In the mean time, I have some updates on the dogs to share:

Chloe was adopted by a local couple. They are working on house training her—something we only put a dent in during her time with us.

Jagger's family sent along this photo.
He loves his duck!

Jagger's trial period ended and—drum roll, please—the couple decided to adopt him! During the trial, they both fell in love with him and witnessed some of his bad habits, including drinking from the toilet and guarding the home. They acknowledge he's a great dog, and they want to be the people to help him. They are hiring a trainer to work through the rough spots. Major kudos to them for giving this boy a chance.

Bella's people say she's doing well. I haven't heard much else, but sometimes no news is good news.

Karina/Winnie at work. Working
hard or hardly working?

Karina is settling in to her new life. Initially she had some separation-anxiety issues. This was probably due in part to the fact she goes to work every day with her person, so she is anxious when left alone. She's getting better week by week, so this is good news. Her person just loves her to pieces, as does the office staff where she works. The biggest news, I suppose, is Karina underwent a name change. (For real this time—no April Fool's joke.) She is now Winnie. [Side note: I miss her, but the neighborhood kids miss her more. They're always asking for our big black dog that likes to play soccer.]

Jack is still living with the same foster who did the switcheroo with us. We saw him a few weeks ago when we stopped by her house. He was in the backyard—jumping and running in circles like a hyena. Apparently he spends hours and hours doing this. There has been a fair amount of interest in him, but nothing has panned out so far. (Non-negotiables with Jack's adoption include having A LOT of space for him to run and dog experience so he doesn't take over your household.) I just found out he has a promising adopter who he'll meet next weekend. Please cross your paws that it works out for this handsome boy.

Small Dogs

This is Chloe. She sleeps on your lap. She fits in your purse. She doesn't pull you on leash. She gets lots of oohs and ahhs at adoption day.

I giggled when I first saw her run the length of the condo—almost exhausted by the time her little legs got her to the other side. It cracked me up to find that a tennis ball was bigger than the size of her head. I even oohed and ahhed at her cuteness myself.

But she doesn't make the bed warm and cozy. (Actually, she only makes it warm and not in the way you want it to be warm.) She hops from one pieces of furniture to another without regard for other living things. She yips. She yaps. She squeals at a high pitch just below what is inaudible to the human ear.  She can't possibly knock you over with hugs when you come home from work.

She is a small dog.

Growing up with golden retrievers, I was always of the mindset that anything smaller than 65 pounds was not really a dog. I thought taking Chloe in for the week might change my mind. I said, "How much trouble could be a 9-pound living thing be?" This is what people say who have never had a small dog or a cat or, worse yet, a baby.

Luckily, Chloe, or Piglet as we've come to call her, is going home to her adopters on Saturday. They probably don't want a big, drooling dog that sheds all over the place and takes up half the bed. But we do. We definitely do.