If you have been reading the blog lately, you are aware that we recently adopted dog number three. 🙂 Her name is Jinx, and she’s a white chi mix with very sharp teeth. She started out on her best behavior, of course. According to Bela and her bestie Gen, the “honeymoon” is over! Last night the girls took her out to play, and they came in looking disheveled, leaves and grass in their hair and teeth marks on them! The puppy won the battle and the war!
They told a horrific tale about getting bitten, chased and mauled by a 10-pound pup. Oh, the humanity! As you might imagine, I got a tummy ache from laughing so hard. After all, a little dog like that is infinitely more manageable than a 100-pound dog, right? The girls do not agree. I heard shrieking outside and looked out the window. As a witness to the “attacks,” I can only say the kids were stretched out in the grass laughing. Not exactly convincing “victims” of a brutal “puppy attack,” am I right?
This little girl looks way too innocent to be so rotten. I think the girls decided to make up a story for my sympathy. If Jinx bit them, she was only trying to “taste” her favorite kids. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! Judge for yourself—does this look like the face of a vicious pup?
Once upon a time in Nebraska, we had two little dogs. My little girl, Boxi, came from the pound. I originally adopted her and her cage mate, Osito (little bear). They both came down with the dreaded parvo; Osito didn’t make it, but Boxi did. I was saddened to lose Osito, but thankful Boxi pulled through. I had planned to have a pair of dogs to keep us company, so I was “missing” one.
Enter Julia and A. R. K. (Animal Rescue of Kindness). Julia put a picture of Chance on Facebook. At first I wasn’t sure we should meet him. After discussing it with Bela (for days), we decided to give Chance a chance. We took him home with us the day we met and have never been sorry. He’s been a wonderful little dog, and so has Boxi. I thought our pack was complete.
Recently Julia posted another little dog in rescue. Her name was Roxy (which sounds a lot like Boxi). She’s a young chi mix with a brown eye patch and freckles on her nose. Julia said she was a bit timid, but very sweet. She needed a family.
I think little dogs are a lot like potato chips—you can’t have just one. That being said, I am also of the opinion that adding a third dog to the pack can be a bit tricky, depending on the personalities involved. Since Boxi hates to ride in the car, we loaded Chance up to go meet Roxy. After a few minutes of mutual sniffing and no growling, we figured it would be safe to take her home with us.
Once home, Roxy and Boxi were able to get acquainted. Again, no growling! Bela and I were elated. It went so much better than we could have dreamed! I don’t want to jinx us—that reminds me—we changed her name from Roxy to Jinx. She comes when we call her, and she has been on her best puppy behavior. I know there will be bumps in the road, but we are ready. It’s so nice to be able to hang out in the living room with our three peaceful little furkids.
Suffice it to say, a dog in need has friends indeed. 🙂
Bela and Gen with Jinx and Boxi
Chance and Boxita