bubba jr If you change dog to cat, that’s how ours seem to come to us.
You are an awesome person and I hope you have many happy years with your new best friend.
Well, now I’m totally screwed.
Its been to the vet, got some shots, de wormed and some heart worm stuff.
Its even got a name now, “Molly”, I didn’t name it, the little lady did, I don’t
think its a manly enough girls name. Ginger and Daisy are much more manly
girls names, either that or I’m not used to yelling “MOLLY!!” yet.
Its got some issues, the vet says they are “abandonment” issues.
She won’t leave anyplace she is at. The dogs go to the shop with me, and
home with me and “Molly” freaks out when we leave the house and freaks
out when we leave the shop.
When we went to leave the vets yesterday, she would not go out the front
door. She really put her foot down, started crying, wouldn’t budge. One of the vet
techs (did I mention my vet is awesome) got her running around in circles and
then ran out the door, and the dog followed, and then the tech ran around all
willy nilly all the way to my truck, caught the puppy and put her in for me.
It was all rather funny.
Poor little dog is fitting right in. My previously pissed off former little dog is
no longer pissed and having a hell of a good time playing and wrestling.
I need a bigger truck.
Adopted a beautiful orange kitten (about 2 months old) from a family and left her only litter mate behind <-- the others had been adopted.
When the guy gave me Siren (don’t know the original name) he complained about wanting rid of the brother but his wife was growing attached. I should point out that they already had 11 cats and three dogs. It was a farm family.
He didn’t want the cat but his wife was growing attached and he didn’t know what to do. I said we’d take it if it came up; it was originally the brother we wanted.
I pretty much made an offer based on, “well, it ain’t gonna happen but I wish it would.” Turns out it did.
The wife was so pleased with how Siren reacted to me that she decided I was a true cat lover and that the brother would be good with us. So two days later we have a second kitten.
Wanted one, stuck with two. Two beautiful and precocious cats. One clichéd orange and white and the other “as black as something fished from the bottom of the Mississippi on a moonless night.”*
Disney complexes are one of the most expensive and happy forms of suckitude there are :S
- Nelson Algren Walk on the Wild Side
Enjoy [del]The Fucking Dog[/del] Molly. Seems you’re done.
I’ll just bet that Molly will be the bestest dog ever. Poor little girl will learn that its OK to go with you, you aren’t going to dump her on the side of the road which is what probably happened in the past.
You are a good man.
You are a good man, even if you didn’t want or need another fucking dog 
Molly is lucky to have you and yours.
I’m just impressed your cats write back to you.
You have a big heart, and should be applauded.
Maybe someone can take those two evil cats off your hands to give a little break?
I wish, cats out here are a dime a dozen. And even worse we have all the fucking cats at the little lady’s parents house. And they are not good cats. Her parents house is on the other side of the arroyo. Arroyo, for you easterners and northerners, would be a stream, but this is the desert, so its basically a dry stream bed since we only get about half centimeter of rain per year, or so it seems.
There is one rule for cats, just one, its really simple: You can live inside if you shit in the box… Thats it. Nothing more. The cats left at her parents house do not understand this.
We took 2 of 'em, her dad’s cat, siamese. She’s cool, but she gets in her “moods” and screams and screams. Jacklyn, her dad fed her ham and eggs every morning before he went to work. And Stinky, about a 10 year old female, black and white, the little lady’s brother brought her home from college many many years ago. She’s a sick cat. Scrawny skinny, stinky piss. Almost $500 into this cat in the past few weeks trying to figure out whats wrong. Bad kidney’s, won’t eat the prescription food, but likes dog food, stupid cat.
And the rabbit, anybody want a rabbit, He’s up there in age, pushing 9, all black.
Geraldo. He’s sort of box trained and likes curly parsley, though in a pinch will accept flat leaf and in desperate times will even eat GASP Cilantro.
The 2 cats that won’t “correspond” with me. One is OK, and has come up to me twice in 6 months, and is real friendly with my better half. The other one, has come up to me once, by accident. It will only come up to you if you are sitting on the toilet with the door open. Freak.
When they showed up I wanted to name one of them 7 of 9. Seventh cat out of nine critters. Star Trek… That went over like a lead balloon. I thought it was clever.
So Molly, Fucking dog, she has some issues. Talking with the vet, we figured out what she came from. There were a lot of people around, since she isn’t scared of people, and really likes them. She does not like to run, so she was probably kept in a fairly confined space, also evidenced by her claws. She’s completel fine spending time by herself, so she probably wasn’t with her litter, and spent a lot of time by herself.
Also, neglected. 90% of the time she won’t come when called. You have to be within 10 feet of her, make direct eye contact and make some kind of goofy noise and then she gets all flustered, comes over and pisses all over everything. Its like she’s never had a human want her come to them.
She’ll come to you. every hour or few hours she comes around, really shy, checking to make sure you/I am still there, that I’ll still pet her, give her some attention etc. A few scritches and a belly rub and she’s off chasing lizards again.
I screwed up last night, I stayed at the shop, (we are slammed) and I didn’t crate her. Doors are all open, go run. She seemed to take it as some kind of rejection and disappeared on me and slept under a car, and in the morning she was really timid around me.
None of it is earth shattering or un correctable, not even all that horrible, just kind of strange.
she’ll be a good dog, she is a good dog, just some stupid things to work through.
His use of the word "correspond " was correct but like you, the first thing I thought of was a cat, wearing glasses, sitting at a desk, and writing a letter.
on edit it was a kliban cat too
Boy do I know THAT feeling, when you can see a dog will eventually work out, but you have to roll up your sleeves and get to work to get to that place. Good on you for taking her in.
The finest thing we do is to look out for others, both human and animal, who need our help.
bubba jr, I think the dog recognized a good human and adopted you. I know you’ll have the patience to finish her training and make her feel safe. Kudos!
You are a good person to take this sweet little dog in. BTW, she is adorable.
Update, I was wrong. The dog is a pain in the ass, cost me TONS in vet bills. Cost me half a ton in vet bills to my big dog and an expensive trip to the F’n pound.
Even the vet offered to put her down for “behavioral” issues. FUCK THAT…
She is a sweety, she loves everybody…
BUT
We’ve had some horrific dog fights, all three of them… I’ve got bit, my little lady got bit bad… She tore my big dog up… to the tune of $ almost $500.
Long story short, she went into heat, went nuts, tried to eat my other dogs, went nuts when we boarded her over X-mas(at the vets).
When I got home after an extended X-mas break, she wanted in my truck, I didn’t let her… so she took off… Straight north into the unknown desert… at 3000 mph. She wanted to go to the shop… 46 miles away.
Went to the pound, didn’t find her, kept looking for her, didn’t find her, went back to the pound a few days later… There she is…
They found her 2 miles from the shop. 44 miles from home… She’s not a dumb dog. She knew where she was going.
So we took on a dog trainer… Its been a week and we’ve only got his “intake interview” at our house… He came highly recommended from our vet…
The day he came to our house I though he would have to take Molly away, I was at my wits end, my little lady was at her wits end. He left 2 hours later and everything was calm and Molly was still at home.
The Dog Wisperer can suck my balls, but this guy did the same thing… EXACTLY the SAME thing… In front of my face… To my horribly behaved dogs… WTF!!!
We’re doing lessons, at home, since we have 3 mis behaved dogs, not just one. Tomorrow is the first actual lesson… And I have high hopes since we have made great strides after just a week and the dog trainers “home evaluation”.
Just a week, and nobody is jumping anymore, no uncontrolled barking, they will all go into a crate and not come out until invited, nobody will eat until invited…
AWESOME.
We’ve had no fights, no carpet accidents, and people have commented on their new found good behavior, and we haven’t had an actual lesson yet.
So… I’ll pit myself and the little lady for not knowing what the hell we were doing. Apparently the dog trainer doesn’t train the dog, he trains the idiot that owns the dog.
Again…
The stupid thing being me and the little lady… Its been a rough rocky road the past month or so… It looks like its going to work out really well, for all the dogs and the humans…
I completely agree with that sentence! My trainer is a miracle worker. We learn so much from her when she’s not even trying to train us. The dogs are easy. We’re the ones who have a hard time figuring things out.
My three fuzzy overlords say thank you for giving sweet Molly a chance. 
I’m not sure who the fuzzy overlords are, but I’m guessing you have to buy their food.
Giving Molly a chance… Its a responsibility, take it on, and if you have a conscience,
you deal with it. Whatever it takes. I drove 100’s of miles looking for her when she ran, and I was almost disappointed that she was at the pound that day. She was that big of a pain in the ass… But… there was a reason I was at the pound, driving the miles, putting out the ads.
She’s a good dog. Right now she’s a crazy dog, but apparently we just need some
training to make her a really good dog, and she’s young and she’s not far off. But there was no way in fucking hell we were putting her down, and there was no way in hell we weren’t going to stop looking for her, even though it was kind of peaceful the days she wasn’t there…
It would have been so easy just to not go to the pound, the place sucks, you have to put on your game face, its so sad. I could have brought home 50 of them. And they would have all been better behaved than Molly. But Molly, I took that on, she’s part of the pack… She really is a sweety.
I love animal threads on the Dope. We’ve got some good people here.
bubba, just out of curiosity…why haven’t you had Molly spayed?
Righteous.
It was because she was crazy, and we didn’t know how to deal with it, and figured she would hurt herself. The vet was scared to do it, figuring the healing process would go badly… It went very bad with my little dog Ginger, we went through about a month of infections with her.
Since Molly got out when she was in heat… She’s going in on Feb 4th to get fixed. There is an outside slim chance that she got knocked up, the vet did the math. I think by that point we’ll have a lot of the behavior issues fixed, or at least better…
Meaning the little lady and I will be better trained by that point.
Originally we wanted them to fix her while she was boarded over X-mas, but the vet didn’t suggest that… Two tramatic things at once, boarding and surgery.
And the dog trainer just cancelled out on me… Molly got kennel cough at the pound and he really doesn’t want to bring that back to his place.
I’ll buy that. I’ve only ever owned one bitch, and got her as a puppy, so I’m not at all familiar with the hazards of spaying.