When new puppies come into the house, there’s usually a period of time where I look at them and they look at me and we kind of size each other up and make some decisions. Clue is the only one I can ever remember the bonding being immediate – she came out of that crate and unicorns sang and angels cried and an organ played right there in the Delta cargo terminal.
Little French Fry here has been more of what I would consider a normal experience. I was thrilled she was here safely, happy she loved the kids, glad that she seemed to come out of her shipping “shell” quickly. It wasn’t until after the kids went to bed that I started trying to get to know her.
Other breeders know what I’m talking about when I say that we buy the body and hope the brain comes along for the ride. We MUST select our possible show and breeding dogs based on their bodies, as long as they pass a certain minimal “non-spooky” personality test, so sometimes you do end up with keepers that aren’t the ones that called out to you personality-wise. You work with what you have, and try to bring out the best in whatever you kept, but it can be a bit of a trial sometimes.
I’ll be able to say more over the next few weeks, but right now I’m VERY happy that this one brought her brain along with her. She’s been almost completely unflappable. Vacuum? Yawn. Cat? No big deal. Other dogs? Please respect my personal space, thank you, now let’s play. Happy to eat, found the water bowl right away, asks to come up on the couch but if I say no she just puts her head on my foot. She’s very pushy physically, which I love; when I lift her up on the couch she comes over and slings her head over my leg or mashes her nose into my hand and falls asleep. If I push her aside to make room so I can type, she flops on her back and falls asleep.
She is a little frood who definitely knows where her towel is.