I invited my friend to my beach house, and she asked to bring her twelve-pound rescue dog. I was hesitant to answer. I wondered how it would work out with my two bigger dogs. Pepper, a mellow lab mix, would be fine. The wild card was Daisy, the twenty-pound Jack Russell terrier. Daisy is a… Continue reading When your Dog Wants to Kill your Friend’s Dog
Category: animal rescue
When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter
The timid white dog with the brown head wouldn’t take a treat from the rescue dog volunteer. I liked her face, anyway, and took her home. Fast forward 18 months. The plum tree in the back side yard becomes loaded with fruit. The platform for the shed which I stupidly put next to the plum… Continue reading When the Rescue Dog is a Ratter
The Dogs Have Met their Match
When you are of a certain age, and your two young dogs wear you out on a regular basis, it can be a delight to have a ten-year-old girl for the weekend while her mom works for you. The dogs have finally met their match. The ten-year-old wakes up at dawn to go to the… Continue reading The Dogs Have Met their Match
Daisy Strikes Again
After a five mile hike, my legs ached and wanted to go to bed. I turned off the news at 10:15, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then headed down the hall to the main bathroom with the doggy door. Both dogs were outside barking. I turned around and went to the kitchen slider,… Continue reading Daisy Strikes Again
My Greatly-damaged Rescue Dog
It’s been eighteen months since I adopted Daisy. The day after Christmas, 2017, I went out and got my dog Pepper a dog. Pepper has looked at me sideways many times since that fateful decision. Why did you get a Jack Russell? Why did you get this Jack Russell? Why does she growl at me?… Continue reading My Greatly-damaged Rescue Dog
A Doggy Afternoon
Little Darling, Beethoven, Squirrel, Teddy Bear, Mop Top, Tootsie, Churro, and Super Trooper. These were my playmates on Sunday afternoon at the Pet Food Express in my town. A chorus friend had asked on Facebook for helpers. It sounded fun, and I thought, why not? When it came time to go do it, I’d had… Continue reading A Doggy Afternoon
Daisy’s Bloody Tuesday
Woe is me. I have a weirdo for a rescue dog. I am her third owner. Things go well most days, but then she growls at my bigger dog, who is usually chill with the little goofball. But sometimes the big dog goes off on the little dog growling at her. She pins down Daisy,… Continue reading Daisy’s Bloody Tuesday
