I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to become responsible for another four-legged friend, a pup that Mouse Doctor found mountainside the other day. He has a house and he has two other dogs but his dogs live in the year and this particular dog he's found is not suitable for cold weather, outdoor living.
Hello Ferrari, the beautiful female greyhound he rescued.
Snickers was out with friends late tonight and I just got too dang cold waiting for him to come home and fix the coal heater so I decided to jump on the treadmill. An hour and a half later and I was completely spent -- 17kms. I showered, prepared my post training meal and was just about to wash the dishes for such meal when in came Snickers.
"I'm going to get Ferrari", he said.
He then told me about how he went to go visit her at Mouse Doctor's house and she was shivering from the cold. Snickers told me it'd be JUST for a night or two. "No few", I added, as in only one or two nights but not a few. A few is a commitment, a making of a new routine and I don't want her to become a part of our routine because then I'll never be able to get Snickers to return her.
So he went and got her. I agreed to let her stay the night.
Pacquiao definitely didn't agree with her being here and had to wear a muzzle while we introduced the two to each other. Pyen Chi, at first, showed her typical queen-like manner but Ferrari responded by just standing there and letting Pyen Chi sniff her out. Once Pyen Chi did one full circle around her, her interest in her was pretty much over. Balboa on the other hand, that little four-legged boy couldn't watch her hard enough, sniff her enough, or follow her every move enough. He was like her second shadow. Even when Ferrari was sleeping, he woke up at every single movement she made. Pacquiao just couldn't compose himself and calm down enough for us to trust him sleeping in the same room with her but the other two seemed relatively fine though I must admit we kept a muzze on Pyen Chi just for added precautions.
Ferrari clearly loved sleeping in our big, oversized bed with us though I should note here that with 3 four-legged friends in it plus a big brute-of-a-man husband sharing it with me the bed doesn't feel so big. I must have woken up about a zillion trillion times to Ferrari kicking me in the face. She nuzzled her way between Snickers and I and then decided to sprawl out, kicking Snickers in the gut and me in the face. It was a very restless night for us but a very sound sleep kind of night for her.
She stayed the day at the club with me and with the exception of one little accident and her crying when I put her in the bedroom for a clearly much-needed nap, she was perfect for me. I'm sure it was sensory overload for her and I wonder what kind of life she used to live but she was so well behaved. Mouse Doctor came and checked up on her and then later in the late evening Snickers took her back to Mouse Doctor's house. It was sad to see her leave, knowing that she surely won't be as snug as a bug in a rug sleeping tonight but I have three dogs and they're enough of a task to handle.
Ferrari is someone's pet, she's not just some dog. She was clearly loved, looked after and well trained and you can see it in how well behaved, how attentive and how well mannered she is. She doesn't bark, bite or chew things and I know someone is missing her right now. I'm kind of in an awkward situation here though because my friend has taken her in so it's up to him with whether or not he wants to pursue looking for the original owner or what. I've told him my opinion, everyone knows my opinion. In the meantime however, until he decides to take my advice or not, Ferrari is with him. I don't feel I can take on the responsibility of another dog, regardless of how long or how short of a stay it is, yet I worry about what is going to happen with her if she stays with Mouse Doctor. He's a good friend of mine who loves his dogs, don't get me wrong, but this isn't just some dog. This is a greyhound and a greyhound living outside with another dog, an aggressive dog, is going to break her heart. My first priority is the safety and happiness of my three dogs but already I feel myself trying to fight for a better life for this other dog.
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