You know it’s bad when you’re exchanging emails with a dog rescuing expert and she says, “Ugh. So frustrating.” Mari, you’re too clever! We keep hearing stories about dogs who run through other people’s dog doors and are found hanging out in a stranger’s kitchen, and here you are tromping all over the place. And yes, that’s why we thought you were great in the first place. You were obviously smart and had a sense of humor and would play all sorts of games and tricks, even though you were a puppy who wasn’t all that sure of the world.
One of my favorite things is how you’d keep yourself entertained. You’d sit by the door that led to your toy box and ask for a specific toy and then run off and play by yourself, tossing it and pouncing on it. Before you, I didn’t think dogs had imaginations — I knew they were loyal and loving — not that they’d pretend to be ferocious hunters and throw toys so they could chase them down and whap them.
Here’s you at your happiest, belly up with a toy and a big smile on your face.