Sept. 28, 2008
A cool story from a woman in my yoga class (where Kruiser is now a regular and adding to the mellow vibes of the class by sleeping through it or watching non-plussed as people contort their bodies in interesting ways)--
A friend of hers adopted a girl many years ago, and when the girl reached 15 she wanted to find her birth mom. The adopted mom supported her in her search and they located the birth mom in Florida. By then the girl was 16 and planned a trip to Florida to meet her face-to-face. At the last minute, the girl backed out, too afraid to carry through with her plans.
The adopted mom wanted to find some way to help the girl understand her biological mom and came up with the idea to become a puppy raiser for an assistance dog. They did this. The puppy grew up and they gave it to the training organization for its final training, the girl seeing how you can love someone but still give them up for all sorts of good reasons. Lesson learned.
There's a nice postscript to the story, too. In the end, the puppy, now dog, failed as an assistance dog and the adopted girl and her family got to keep it.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Houdini
Sept. 9, 2008
A couple of days ago, I left Kruiser in his crate while I went to the Rec Center to swim. When I got back, he greeted me at the back door. I thought Ed had come home and let him out, but no, no Ed. I checked his crate. There were only 3 screws on to hold it together and the one on the back had pulled through. He had somehow nosed his way through the gap and pushed hard enough to slip the screw head through the plastic around the hole and then hopped out. He was totally unfazed by the whole thing and hadn’t gotten into anything in the house he shouldn’t have. The next time I went out for errands, I left him with Pat loose in the house. When I got back 45 mins later, he was asleep on the sofa and again no pillaged trash cans or torn apart stuffed animals. He’s growing up!
A couple of days ago, I left Kruiser in his crate while I went to the Rec Center to swim. When I got back, he greeted me at the back door. I thought Ed had come home and let him out, but no, no Ed. I checked his crate. There were only 3 screws on to hold it together and the one on the back had pulled through. He had somehow nosed his way through the gap and pushed hard enough to slip the screw head through the plastic around the hole and then hopped out. He was totally unfazed by the whole thing and hadn’t gotten into anything in the house he shouldn’t have. The next time I went out for errands, I left him with Pat loose in the house. When I got back 45 mins later, he was asleep on the sofa and again no pillaged trash cans or torn apart stuffed animals. He’s growing up!
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