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Sadie got adopted today. There was a nice young couple who live in a 4th floor condo in Greenwood who liked her mug, and we met up at a Petco in Redmond today (the one good thing about going out there is stopping at British Pantry!). I was very happy to have her go off with someone who seemed incredibly smitten with her, but I'm kind of worried in that they obviously had never had dogs before, and I worry a little about some things. She is pretty high maintenance, and could very easily become quite a tyrant if she's not dominated by a good strong pack leader and kept in check. I told them as much as I could without trying to break the deal; I especially emphasized making sure she's quiet and relaxed before heading out on a walk, and pushing her back from the door and waiting until she's calm before leaving.
Anyway. I had a meltdown the other day with her, so I know it's for the best. She has become increasingly difficult to feed, and I don't know what's going to happen in that regard. The group really emphasized dry food and they left with a large bag, but she just won't eat it. It's a myth that dry food helps with teeth, but there's not much I can do in terms of trying to correct that assumption to other people and not look like a dick. I have been putting cottage cheese in with the wet food, but today she wouldn't even eat that. Chicken broth, cottage cheese... the only thing she would eat without hesitation is the most expensive food I can get, Tiki Dog chicken. The cats love their Tiki Cat food, but they don't eat that much of it, so I don't feel like I'm going broke feeding it to them. I couldn't even get her to eat other food mixed in with it. It just became this ridiculous contest of wills, and I lost every time. The cats would start to eat her food, so she'd waddle over there (she has a really cute waddly walk) and try to take it back, but then she'd leave it uneaten.
I'm at stress DEFCON level 4 right now, so when I had gone through 3 cans and the last of the cottage cheese and she hadn't eaten for more than 24 hours, I just started crying. I wanted her gone. And then she kept rushing the fence and going nuts on passing dogs, and going ballistic if she saw large dogs on walks, and it was just too much. It was not a good situation to be in, for her or for me. The funny thing was that on walks, even the craziest, most maniacally hostile dogs barking right in her face from behind a fence didn't faze her at all. She was a complete angel. Today we took a super long walk before going to the Petco, and met a couple dogs, and she did really well, and again at the store. But there are certain types of dogs who set her off, and sure enough, the most hilarious, huge English bulldog came into the store and she started getting her back up. And I'm still in so much pain I can't sleep well, and caring for her just makes my back worse and worse all the time.
So, I am happy she's found a couple, so she can get the love she needs. She really is the sweetest dog I have ever met save for Alex's darling Georgie. But she needs more people around her. And they want to have kids, so she will be perfect for them, because she's an utter angel around kids. I hope it works out, and nothing bad happens. I wasn't ready to foster her and it kind of got sprung on me, but at least I know now that the cats won't die of anguish, and I can be a pack leader, and I know what kind of dog will work for me.
I did enjoy these pics, though -- Olive was busy washing herself on her little princess pillow, and Sadie was right there sleeping next to her, and everything seemed right in the animal kingdom.
Anyway. I had a meltdown the other day with her, so I know it's for the best. She has become increasingly difficult to feed, and I don't know what's going to happen in that regard. The group really emphasized dry food and they left with a large bag, but she just won't eat it. It's a myth that dry food helps with teeth, but there's not much I can do in terms of trying to correct that assumption to other people and not look like a dick. I have been putting cottage cheese in with the wet food, but today she wouldn't even eat that. Chicken broth, cottage cheese... the only thing she would eat without hesitation is the most expensive food I can get, Tiki Dog chicken. The cats love their Tiki Cat food, but they don't eat that much of it, so I don't feel like I'm going broke feeding it to them. I couldn't even get her to eat other food mixed in with it. It just became this ridiculous contest of wills, and I lost every time. The cats would start to eat her food, so she'd waddle over there (she has a really cute waddly walk) and try to take it back, but then she'd leave it uneaten.
I'm at stress DEFCON level 4 right now, so when I had gone through 3 cans and the last of the cottage cheese and she hadn't eaten for more than 24 hours, I just started crying. I wanted her gone. And then she kept rushing the fence and going nuts on passing dogs, and going ballistic if she saw large dogs on walks, and it was just too much. It was not a good situation to be in, for her or for me. The funny thing was that on walks, even the craziest, most maniacally hostile dogs barking right in her face from behind a fence didn't faze her at all. She was a complete angel. Today we took a super long walk before going to the Petco, and met a couple dogs, and she did really well, and again at the store. But there are certain types of dogs who set her off, and sure enough, the most hilarious, huge English bulldog came into the store and she started getting her back up. And I'm still in so much pain I can't sleep well, and caring for her just makes my back worse and worse all the time.
So, I am happy she's found a couple, so she can get the love she needs. She really is the sweetest dog I have ever met save for Alex's darling Georgie. But she needs more people around her. And they want to have kids, so she will be perfect for them, because she's an utter angel around kids. I hope it works out, and nothing bad happens. I wasn't ready to foster her and it kind of got sprung on me, but at least I know now that the cats won't die of anguish, and I can be a pack leader, and I know what kind of dog will work for me.
I did enjoy these pics, though -- Olive was busy washing herself on her little princess pillow, and Sadie was right there sleeping next to her, and everything seemed right in the animal kingdom.