Happy Anniversary, Dottie
One year ago today, I went to pick Dottie up from her foster family to dog-sit for the week. And figure out if she'd be a good fit for me and vice versa. She wasn't.
That first week was awful. She whined and barked all night so I didn't sleep; she was far too hyper; it rained the entire week and I hated walking her in the rain; and, I hated picking up dog poop. I couldn't wait for her foster family to get back in town so I could drop her back off. She wasn't a fit for me. Or my cat, Bella (who hid in my bedroom and hissed all week). Well, let me take a little of that back - it wasn't all bad. But, I was learning that I either didn't want a dog - or didn't want this dog. I also didn't know how to tell her foster family that. Instead of saying that, I said some other stuff. That was true, but not the route of it all.
And it's true - we did bond. But again, commitment. But if you've ever met Dottie, you know that she can be a handful.
Even more true, once she went back to her foster family... I missed her like crazy. & apparently she missed me, too. One of her foster dad's text me letting me know she had been checking the front door for my return. That checking the front door turned into moping. You sweet pup, you.
Well, fast forward to DragonCon weekend. Her foster dad was attending and needed a sitter for the weekend. Sure - I'll do it. And guess what? She never went back. Well, she did twice - I needed sitters, but she always came back home.
As far as her actual adoption, the day she became a Burton. That was October 25 and that came after months of trying to get in touch with the rescue to get her papers and caught up on shots. Shit show, much? You haven't the slightest idea. But, that's not what this is about. She is an amazing addition to my little family and I wouldn't trade her hyper butt for anything.
Happy anniversary, Dottie!