I have been wanting and preparing to adopt a dog for the past several months. I've wanted a dog for years. A cute little French Bulldog or a Poodle/Schnauzer mix, like Colleen, my dog growing up. Or a Yorkie. I had several images in my head of the dog that I'd bring home when the time was right.
Enter Scooter. He's not what I pictured at all, but he's perfect for me! He's an adorable 2 year old Dachshund mix. He's soooo well-behaved. Crate-trained, house broken, loves to snuggle and is not a barker. His personality is happy-go-lucky and super laid back. Did I tell you how much in love I am with him?
He was pulled from a high-kill shelter in West Virginia and was being fostered through a private animal rescue group. I spent Saturday visiting with my mom and had plans to go out to a play with some girlfriends in the evening. While out running errands with my mom, I stopped in PetSmart to get cat food and walked out with a dog. I took him under a week of fostering, to make sure he meshes well with Alex before making the permanent commitment.
Not gonna lie- Alex is not that thrilled with sharing his kingdom. There's been just one little spat between them. I closely monitor both of them at all times and yesterday (as shown above) we spent some time chillaxing on the bed. I did some work and they slept. Scooter (by the way, that's the name he came with and answers to), is open to Alex, and Alex is a bully. Yes, I've raised a bully. Alex will walk over to Scooter and hiss and growl. I caught Alex doing that while Scooter was in his crate last night. Also, throughout the night, Alex will slowly stalk Scooter and I woke up several times to find Alex peering at Scooter's sleeping body. I still give Alex love and make sure I have one-on-one time with him. It's just going to take an adjustment and we're working on it each day.
Well, I can cross one (gigantic) thing off of the Thirty While Thirty List.
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