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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Sweet Pea (Formerly ZuZu)

This is not an adoption story, since Sweet Pea (a 4-6 year old black & white cocker spaniel) has lived with us for eight months now. It's an update on much a special dog has added another dimension of happiness to our lives:

We sure did find a great dog in Sweet Pea! She is such a dear! She & our 6 yr old grand daughter became best buddies last month and Sweet Pea obviously mourned when Maya went back to NJ. Both the dog & our other grand daughter, 4 yr old Sophie, truly love each other and see each other several times a week. We're going to have another grand daughter in January, so it will be interesting to see how she reacts to a baby. (I'm talking about both Sweet Pea and Sophie in this case!)

Sweet Pea is good about stopping when I holler "No!" when she runs after yard critters - and has yet to run off - or even into the street (thank goodness). She feels compelled to guard us from mice in the basement and spends hours listening & watching. To my knowledge, she has yet to catch any.....

A few weeks ago she was quite naughty... during the night, Sweet Pea stole from the pantry - a package of wild rice-blueberry pancake mix and then ripped it apart in the living room! She must have added water to it, as by morning it was caked on the carpet! She managed to spread the dust everywhere and I have had to "trim" the carpet to get the crusty part off. What a mess! Although we told her she was a bad dog, we couldn't help but laugh! A naughty dog is so much more fun than a boring one! :>)

The July heat & humidity was tough on her, so I had her clipped extremely short. Surprise! Her leg feathering is really SPOTS! Her legs look like a Dalmatian's! Pretty cute. Now that it's getting cold again, I'll let her grow out more. I love that she has so many curly cow-licks on her head - just like me!

Although she is boarded at least once a month, she truly like the people at the kennel - and they like her, so that makes me feel less guilty. Every day I am grateful that she came into our lives. I still cannot fathom how someone could have let her go and will always wonder what happened.

Dianne

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