We had another dog. . .for exactly 24 hours. We tried. Honestly we did. But it just didn't work out.
Since coming to our house, Sammy has become such an outgoing and gregarious animal. There are dogs on all sides of our fenced back yard and he LOVES them all. When they are out, he is in heaven – wagging, running, barking and smiling. His favorite neighbor is Gracie, a hound who's yard backs up to ours. They run up and down the fence together.
It's hard to describe what a joyful dog looks like, but that's Sammy when he's around other dogs.
On Monday my boss mentioned that his son had to get rid of his Cocker Spaniel because of a job change. I offered to take her home on a trial basis.
Callie arrived on Tuesday evening. She went home on Wednesday.
This is the posture Sammy assumed for most of the 24 hours that Callie was there.
He did everything possible to please her. He tried to play. He chose the submissive route. He begged. He pleaded. He ignored. No matter what he did, she growled.
I don't think there were any hard feeling though.
Here he is. . .
. . .wishing her well on her trip back home.
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