Last week, K and I went to the Mohawk Hudson Humane Society to look for a dog. Or a puppy, as I affectionately call any dog, of any age. I really wanted a pit bull (a nice one), but the one we had our heart set on was adopted before we could!
But when we went back to look again we saw a gorgeous “puppy” lying quietly on the floor of her “cage”, ignoring the raucous barking of nearly every other dog in the place.
We checked her papers: she was a Whippet mix, 1 1/2 years old who was surrendered to the Humane Society with another dog (Hank-the-Tank, a Saint Bernard mix [who looks for all the world as big and Saint Bernard-y as they come!]) because her owner was allegedly going into assisted living.
Call me crazy, but I’m thinking that someone going into assisted living isn’t likely to have that young a dog AND a St. Bernard living with them. So I’m calling BS on the owner.
Nevertheless, we took her out to play and loved her, so we put a hold on her until it could be determined whether she got along with cats. Because, as you know, we have three of them (three since our beloved Merlin died back in February). So they are our number one priority.
This is Zoe –
And Miss Daisy –
And my kitty who thinks he’s a puppy, Bailey.
Pompeii was getting spayed the next day anyway, so we couldn’t pick her up right away. But the following day they did their “cat testing” and proclaimed her “great” with cats. She’s been with us ever since, and every day gets a little more comfortable with us. No more the quiet, calm puppy we saw that day! I’m beginning to think the next time we get a dog, we need to find one practically dead in their “cage.” If they are more calm because they’re at a shelter and not comfortable, can you imagine how energetic the barking ones are at home?
The shelter was also dead wrong about her getting along with cats. I’ve since learned their “cat testing” is walking a dog through the cat room (where the cats are safely hidden in their own cages) to see if they do anything. Much more different when there’s a cat walking outside of its cage. We’re not sure she’s ever come into contact with a cat in her life! Pompeii has growled and lunged at the cats several times (she’s been on leash) and we’ve already called in a trainer to break her of this. If she can’t, we’re going to have to return her, because I don’t want my cats killed :(
But away from the cats, she is wonderful! We just wish we could rename her, since Pompeii doesn’t really seem to fit her, and it’s hard to come up with a nickname (Pompy???). This was her name in her old home though, so she knows it really well. We’re thinking of a similar sounding name instead. Poppyseed? Nah…does anyone have any ideas?