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Whose Dumb Idea Was This?

September 29, 2008


Oh yeah, that was me. You see when my precious Max died in May I was distraught. I was sad. I was mad. The Husband and I had a deal that when the day came that Max left us we could get a husky. The problem is that Max wasn’t supposed to die so young. He was only 10 for goodness sake. He was supposed to be around for at least 14 or 15 years. I figured by then I would be ready to say good-bye and we would be back in San Diego where having a Husky doesn’t seem quite as cruel as having a husky in the high desert.

So when my friend Karen found a Husky mix available for adoption in our area. I figured I had a 50/50 chance that the Husband would agree to it. Well guess what? He agreed. I think reluctantly, but he agreed.  I think part of his giving in was the fact that he seems to be gone more than the obligatory “one weekend a month and two weeks a year” that the Reserves promise. Since I feel more comfortable when it’s just the girls and me if there is a dog in the house {preferably a dog with a really loud bark, which apparently Gracie Lou has}, the Husband agreed and for the low price of $150 we adopted her.

Yes, her name is Gracie Lou and it seems to suit her. She at least responds to it. She is a 1-year-old Husky/German Shepherd mix. She’s been in a foster home for three months and while she was a bit worried leaving her foster mom, she seems to be adjusting okay.

The problem is the Big One doesn’t like kisses and Gracie Lou loves the Big One. I think because they are the closest in size, Gracie Lou thinks the Big One is her perfect playmate. Of course the Big One’s reactions range from a stern “NO kisses, Gracie,” to a shrieking squeal followed by a chase. Of course, the Big One doesn’t quite understand that if she runs, Gracie Lou runs with her.

*sigh* in time I hope it will all work out. She really is a sweet dog, if only I could convince her the couch doesn’t taste good and that her toys are in one box and the girls toys are in all the other boxes!

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  1. September 29, 2008 6:13 pm

    First of all, yayyy for adopting a rescue!! Both of my furbabies are rescues too. 🙂

    Second of all, I wish you lots of patience and understanding. We adopted our second dog, Sydney, when she was about 10 months old. Now she is almost 4 years old, and we still have to crate her when we leave the house. (She is a BC mix and has a tendency to eat things when bored.)

    Hopefully your Big One can help to take control of the situation by being the one who lets Gracie Lou outside or feeds her. That might help with establishing pack order.

    Anywho, the whole situation can be frustrating, but hopefully after a little while longer, she will settle into the family perfectly. Yayy, doggie!

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