I was never a “dog person” until my former husband and I brought home a rescue we named Keilidh (pronounced kaylee.) Six months later, we brought Tsuki (zookey) home. The two were fast friends and are growing old together with Pete in Wyoming. It was terribly sad to say goodbye to them.
Since then, (over a year,) I have felt a void inside that only a dog can fill. My Mom has a dog, my best friend Christy has five of them. Her Mom just got one, too. I have been surrounded by mutts since I came to Phoenix, but it’s different when they’re yours. There’s an implied level of responsibility; this creature depends on you for it’s well-being.
I went to the pound on Sunday and picked out a dog. She’s a two-year old chihuahua mix who was named Oprah upon arrival at the dog pound. Yes, I changed her name, to Winnie. “Winnie” is a beautiful, mostly well-behaved but stubborn little girl. She sleeps a great deal of the time and isn’t really into chasing a ball or tugging on a stuffie. She’s great with every kind of stimuli that might potentially agitate a dog, like thunder, vacuums, cats, children other dogs . She’s the polar opposite of Tsuki and Keilidh in so many ways; they are reactionary psychotics compared to Winnie. She loves to be held and only barks when I leave the apartment. She has the cutest little howl.
You would think I’d be over the moon with this seemingly perfect dog, right? I mean, I brought her home because she was laid back, but I had no idea just how mellow she really was. Winnie wants to be on the bed sleeping practically 24 hours a day. She doesn’t show particular interest in anything else. I’m hoping it’s a hangover from her experiences and not her true character. She’s sweet, don’t get me wrong, but she takes “chill” to a whole new level.
Here’s hoping Winnie strikes a balance between raving lunatic and practically dead.
*Update* Aside from the complete lack of desire to play with toys, chew bones or engage in play of any form, Winnie is a real dog. She lives for affection, food and sleep. She is great with all people and kids (what a relief!) She is nuts for men, in fact there a couple of guys in my complex she’s just crazy about. So, It’s a tradeoff: no playfulness for a wonderful disposition. Now, to find out how she gets out of her crate, door closed…