The Sandy report.
Yes, we still have her.
Sandy, the half-lab, half-golden-retriever that we adopted from the SPCA last February is firmly entrenched as a permanent part of our family.
Much to the chagrin of Lucy, our 6-year-old lhasa apso and self-appointed Alpha Dog.
When Sandy gets really hyper, or hogs the attention, Lucy gives her best "get-back-bi#$@" bark. If that doesn't work, she nips at Sandy's heels, doing her best to avoid the lethal backlash of Sandy's enormous tail. (Sandy has two nicknames: "Slurpy" for the very wet kisses she desperately covers us with when we enter the room, and "Boom Boom" for the huge wagging of the tail that gets faster and louder the closer you get to her, i.e. the more she anticipates getting petted).
Lucy has learned how to guard her food to keep Sandy the heck away (Sandy will eat all of both food bowls plus the entire contents of the pantry plus the contents of Billie Anne's trash can if left to her own devices).
The thing that cracks me up about that photo is the proximity of the random hairbrush lying on the ground, as if Lucy just groomed herself.
Vestiges of Sandy's background still remain. She occasionally mistakes the toilet for a water bowl and our shag rug for the toilet ($200 went out the door to the carpet cleaners, just today - but to be fair, our rug is sorta the color of dead grass). She still sticks very close to me and Brent ("velcro dog"). She still barks at Billie Anne (force of habit) and goes crazy when the doorbell rings (naturally, I'm always on the phone with a client at that time). She is and will always will be terrified of rain (her pervious outdoor "home" had no roof).
But she knows "sit," "down," "treat," "car ride," and she is very patient with letting the kids snuggle her. She inexplicably pulls down the towels from their hooks and snuggles them when we are gone for any length of time. Lately, she has taken to tearing at our bedsheets as if to say "Make the bed!" She sleeps well at night, finally. And often, during the day.
Yep, we still have her. And she has us. For good!
- Shelley
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Sandy, the half-lab, half-golden-retriever that we adopted from the SPCA last February is firmly entrenched as a permanent part of our family.
Much to the chagrin of Lucy, our 6-year-old lhasa apso and self-appointed Alpha Dog.
When Sandy gets really hyper, or hogs the attention, Lucy gives her best "get-back-bi#$@" bark. If that doesn't work, she nips at Sandy's heels, doing her best to avoid the lethal backlash of Sandy's enormous tail. (Sandy has two nicknames: "Slurpy" for the very wet kisses she desperately covers us with when we enter the room, and "Boom Boom" for the huge wagging of the tail that gets faster and louder the closer you get to her, i.e. the more she anticipates getting petted).
Lucy has learned how to guard her food to keep Sandy the heck away (Sandy will eat all of both food bowls plus the entire contents of the pantry plus the contents of Billie Anne's trash can if left to her own devices).
The thing that cracks me up about that photo is the proximity of the random hairbrush lying on the ground, as if Lucy just groomed herself.
Vestiges of Sandy's background still remain. She occasionally mistakes the toilet for a water bowl and our shag rug for the toilet ($200 went out the door to the carpet cleaners, just today - but to be fair, our rug is sorta the color of dead grass). She still sticks very close to me and Brent ("velcro dog"). She still barks at Billie Anne (force of habit) and goes crazy when the doorbell rings (naturally, I'm always on the phone with a client at that time). She is and will always will be terrified of rain (her pervious outdoor "home" had no roof).
But she knows "sit," "down," "treat," "car ride," and she is very patient with letting the kids snuggle her. She inexplicably pulls down the towels from their hooks and snuggles them when we are gone for any length of time. Lately, she has taken to tearing at our bedsheets as if to say "Make the bed!" She sleeps well at night, finally. And often, during the day.
Yep, we still have her. And she has us. For good!
- Shelley
shop online at loopsknitting.com
posted by Shelley Brander at
3:17 PM
4 Comments:
I love that Sandy has such a good home. All dogs ever want is love. It's just that sometime we don't know how to give it the way they want it. Sandy looks very sweet asleep!
PattiO
I love seeing Sandy asleep, she looks so sweet. PattiO
Exactly why I've started carrying food trash out of the house when I leave. :-)
Billie Anne
So glad things improved! Yay for Sandy and all of you for being patient with her :)
Gina Y
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