A four legged one at that.
Meet Charlie: she's a 19 month old Siberian Husky/Great Pyrnees mix that we've had with us since last Friday.
Her previous family (who lived next door to us) moved this past weekend to Florida and the mom was concerned about Charlie being able to handle a warmer, more humid environment (Huskies are cold weather dogs . . .) and had asked my mom about 3 weeks ago if she'd be interested in taking the dog.
Turns out, she's a really sweet dog . . just hasn't been taught much (all they did was let her run loose in the fenced in back yard all day) so we're trying to work with her as far as other animals go. Her instinct is to chase . . . not working when you have 2 cats around the house (Stan and Skittles - neither one are crazy about this dog to begin with.)
And I also discovered last night she still has a LOT of puppy still in her. She chewed up a roll of paper towels in the living room that were on a small bench near the sofa, bits and pieces scattered over half the area rug at the front door (not 2 hours after I'd spent a good half hour vacuuming up chunks of hair due to her shedding her winter coat.)
She apparently likes computer CD's too . . 3 got chewed up that she got hold of (my basket has since been moved to a spot on top of one of the stereo speakers. So far she hasn't reached up and helped herself to any more shiny frisbees.) I had to clean that up too. If she lives to see her 2nd birthday, it may be a miracle.
And she's got a thing about picking up on of my pillows off the floor in the bedroom and dragging it into another room of the house. . .
She seems to be a very smart dog though . . . Mom joked last night about Charlie learning to use the iPhone. Hell, I can't even get her to pick it up and bring it to me yet . . .do we really want her learning to use the phone?
And we don't know how she got the name "Charlie" (I guess it was the neighbor's kids, who knows?). . . on her paperwork her original name is "Abby." (Don't know if she's a Goth dog . . )
Now if I can just stop myself from trying to call her "Shallow" (who we had for several years - Buddy Jr.'s mom) I'll be doing good.
Meet Charlie: she's a 19 month old Siberian Husky/Great Pyrnees mix that we've had with us since last Friday.
Her previous family (who lived next door to us) moved this past weekend to Florida and the mom was concerned about Charlie being able to handle a warmer, more humid environment (Huskies are cold weather dogs . . .) and had asked my mom about 3 weeks ago if she'd be interested in taking the dog.
Turns out, she's a really sweet dog . . just hasn't been taught much (all they did was let her run loose in the fenced in back yard all day) so we're trying to work with her as far as other animals go. Her instinct is to chase . . . not working when you have 2 cats around the house (Stan and Skittles - neither one are crazy about this dog to begin with.)
And I also discovered last night she still has a LOT of puppy still in her. She chewed up a roll of paper towels in the living room that were on a small bench near the sofa, bits and pieces scattered over half the area rug at the front door (not 2 hours after I'd spent a good half hour vacuuming up chunks of hair due to her shedding her winter coat.)
She apparently likes computer CD's too . . 3 got chewed up that she got hold of (my basket has since been moved to a spot on top of one of the stereo speakers. So far she hasn't reached up and helped herself to any more shiny frisbees.) I had to clean that up too. If she lives to see her 2nd birthday, it may be a miracle.
And she's got a thing about picking up on of my pillows off the floor in the bedroom and dragging it into another room of the house. . .
She seems to be a very smart dog though . . . Mom joked last night about Charlie learning to use the iPhone. Hell, I can't even get her to pick it up and bring it to me yet . . .do we really want her learning to use the phone?
And we don't know how she got the name "Charlie" (I guess it was the neighbor's kids, who knows?). . . on her paperwork her original name is "Abby." (Don't know if she's a Goth dog . . )
Now if I can just stop myself from trying to call her "Shallow" (who we had for several years - Buddy Jr.'s mom) I'll be doing good.
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