Sorry to have been gone for a week. Busy at work, busy at home. This is my first day off that really counts as such.
We had a scare with Angie. Der Brucer insisted on our taking her along with us on a run to Sam's Club in Dover, an hour away. Angie is the first dog we've ever had who tends to get car sick. The mess she made on the back seat was bad enough, of course, but then we heard that one of the three other dogs that had been part of the same rescue group had died of intestinal problems.
A quick decision was made to get Angie and the two remaining dogs in to the vet ASAP. Because one of the others, originally named Snowball (totally wrong name for a male dog, even if his fur is completely white), was having bloody stools, we agreed to take Rudy (the third dog) with us, while Janet, their caregiver, took the renamed Frosty with her. Rudy is a seven-year-old Shepard mix, and quite friendly. He and Angie got along very well.
The Doc found that Angie did have some intestinal problems, but nothing that some antibiotics couldn't clear up. Janet suggested that we try mixing her meds in with cat food, something she claimed no dog she's met can resist. It indeed worked, and Angie was very quickly back to complete health.
Since then, our thunderpawed girl has been having a wonderful time in her new home and world. She loves to chew, and to swat at whatever she's inspecting with those gigantic feet of hers. She and Fletcher have taken to each other, although he understands that she's not quite the rough-and-tumble that his beloved Peggy was. She also gets along well with Mikey, who never has figured out that he's a small dog. Buster is beginning to realize that she wants to play. But Marty has snapped at her a couple of times, and Bonnie just snarls...except when Marty has scared Angie, which brings out the sisterly side of Bonnie.
She's figured out what the doggy door is for. That was good news, indeed.
And when we took her for a walk downtown, and along the Boardwalk, she was such an eager prancer, making friends with everyone. We also took her to Cafe Zeus, where owner/chef Charles repeatedly had to tell his partner/partner John to "Step away from the puppy." (Heck, they already have two Labs, not to mention five cats, and recently had to purchase a larger bed so that everyone could have some space!)
And that is the Angie report!
