I have been traveling. It was planned that when I got home that we would be taking in a dog with serious anger and fear issues. But while I was away, The Official Sweetie of Muddled Ramblings and Half-Baked Ideas started watching another little dog.
The girl has a rap sheet that goes back to 2014; she was a young adult the first time she was brought in. Now she was in the pokey again, and she was not doing well, snapping at the staff, defending herself and living in fear. The shelter scheduled her death.
Official Sweetie understood instantly that she was not a bad dog, not even a biting dog. She was simply a dog that could not cope with living in a shelter, a dog that had been through some shit and just needed a little space. Official Sweetie worked with other rescues to find help, but there was never a question: Jodi would not die there.
And now she lives here.
I was nervous, coming home from my travels, that the new dog would see me as an intruder in her new, most excellent life. Not so! Jodi was curious about me and not the least defensive, and hours later she was curled up next to me on the couch. I let her be, mostly. I didn’t want to push it.
Last night, on the couch again, I dared to give her skricthins and lovins, and she was all for it. We’re going to be all right.
