Off to St. Hubert's to take a closer look at Maggie. There she lay on her bed as I walked through the kennel area. It reminded me of Shiloh 4 years ago, lying patiently while all the other dogs jumped and barked. She did get up on my return trip down the aisle. I asked to see her.
In the outside enclosure she was moderately interested in me, but more interested in the smells of the cage. Hooked pretty much at first sight, paperwork was processed, fee paid, and Maggie left St. Hubert's. Should I have cared more that the previous two matches did not work out? After listening carefully to the details of her history, I thought that I had the situation figured out, and it would be a successful match.
|Is that a smile?|
Now what? I couldn't fall back asleep and I knew I wasn't dozing because I was beginning to see the entire nightly rerun of an evening's worth of Fox programs.
What was I going to do if Maggie considered cats a food group? There were three more in the barn outside. The mixed breeds in this dog need to be outside and able to run. This might be trouble.
Not having kids to keep me awake at night, now it was a dog. The Carrie Underwood song kept playing over and over in my mind, "It started out hey, cutie, where'd you come from, then it turned into oh, no, what have I done?" Sixty plus pounds of dog and still a puppy? What had I done?
Luckily with the morning light and some sleep more rational thought prevailed. So, the facts as known -she likes to chew - anything, likes to run - everywhere, forget about trying to catch her on a tear around, likes to counter surf - note to self, keep food back from the edge, but she has the sweetest face and she still has a puppy brain. A puppy brain, cope with it, outsmart it, after all you are a human, the superior species higher up on the brain chain.