The day got away from me, so I’ll put up this quick post.
A lot has happened in the last year in our household. Our darling Maltese – Pippin succumbed to a combination of old age and cancer (he was 13 years old) right before the lockdown of March began. If you’ve followed my blog, you know that our fur babies are valued members of our family. It was especially tough to be stuck at home during a time when we could have given him so much attention.
That left my mother’s dog Dalai (she’s a Tibetan Spaniel – see what I did there?) who is currently 12 years old. She’s the Grand Ol’ Dame of our house.
Dalai started getting depressed without Pippin – it happens. So I began my search to get a new COVID rescue dog.
It turned out to be harder than I thought. Seemed that everyone and their sister was looking for rescue dogs. After a few dead ends, I finally found a tiny rat terrier/chihuahua mix in Texas who was transported to Connecticut where we picked her up in August.
Bailee has fit right into our family. She’s smart, funny and incredibly protective of me. Because she is quite the southern gal, getting used to the cold has been a journey. The poor little thing lives in a coat night and day inside of our rather chilly New Hampshire home.
Mi electric blanket es su electric blanket.
We’ve had a “Beware of Dogs” sign on our front door for years. It was a joke that my kids gave me because both of our dogs would have welcomed a stranger into our house and escorted them to any valuables while licking their hands.
Bailee is a watchdog. She is so protective of her new family. You come to my front door and she will let you know that you don’t belong. She has shown no inclination of biting anyone (and I’ve challenged her many times) but people at the door don’t know that. They step back.
The sign will be staying.
You never know how a new dog is going to be accepted by an older, established dog. I was worried about Dalai losing her position as Queen and I was worried that Bailee might not have had the pack socialization skills that are needed for new dogs to get along.
Turns out I didn’t have to worry. Welcome home new friend.
