She arrived on the first day of school… and was still in the driveway when I came home from work.
A day or two later, she’s still in the car port. We realized she couldn’t walk very far because her pads had slipped. Someone told me that their pads slip when they are chasing a vehicle down the black top road (probably trying to keep up with her owner).
Someone brought this lovely creature and left her in the Texas August heat, without water or food… to fend for herself.
Now, let me tell you that I am/was not a “dog” person per se. I’ve had cats for over twenty years and only twice in my life did I own a dog… jointly, with siblings. So, keeping a dog- especially, a HUGE dog was not in the plan.
We advertised, posted her on Facebook, told everyone we knew that we had a beautiful, white, house trained dog living with us that needed a home. We had her spayed, groomed, everything we could to make her appealing to a new home.
She’s still here.
And her name is Trixie Honeysuckle. She has three pillows and rotates between them throughout the day. Did I mention she is Large? She weighs 72 pounds and the vet mentioned that her ideal weight is 80. She walks on a leash, sits for treats, LOVES to ride in the truck… and she’s ours. She knows where her home is and can make her way back without us.
So, a large white dog in a 2100 sq. ft. home, with no fenced yard, means we sweep, dust and vacuum daily. We bought a Ferminator… God’s gift to dog owners… and we brush, bathe, pet, cuddle and walk our baby on schedule. It’s a good thing the hubs is retired! We’ve made friends with the vet, vet-tech and the spa keeper.
We’ve met neighbors we hadn’t become acquainted with previously, because they have dogs! We buy silly toys we haven’t had in the house since the grandchildren were babies. We always have cheese cubes available, now. They are the “gold” treat.
Today, exactly 7 months since she came to us… I redecorated the living room. No longer will you see olive sofa’s with long white dog hair clinging to the sides… or her long white offerings laying on the dark coffee table. I found the perfect decor to match the perfect dog — shabby chic.
So, don’t come looking for her now, she belongs in this home… our shabby chic dog, in our shabby chic home!