This morning, Frank and I went to the animal shelter and rescued Patchy. She is a very sweet (we hope so anyway) Lab, Husky cross. She’s 1 1/2 years old and was surrendered by her previous owners (why?).
Here they only keep dogs for about a week depending on how they make it into the shelter and how likely they are to be adopted. After that – they’re put down. But Patchy is a lovely dog and they decided she would be able to find a home so they kept her for 10 days. They told us an animal rescue group was about to come get her. I think that means she was reaching her end date and the rescue group was giving her one more life-line. I’m glad we spotted her.
We can’t actually collect her until Monday because she’ll be desexed (ouch) then. It’s a bit frustrating thinking our dog is in lock-down for the weekend, but I’m sure she’ll be okay.
She seems totally untrained (she knew “sit”, but that’s about it) but she appears bright so I’m confident that with some focused attention and after being removed from the very distracting environment of the shelter, she’ll learn a bit of discipline.
What she won’t learn is to have short hair. We really wanted a dog with less hair than Patchy because, especially in this climate, all that shedding is a major pain. But, what can I say, she won our hearts.