Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Yay! Laura is amazing.
Totally forgot for a minute that this was a tattoo artist's name, and thought you were referencing our Laura. And I didn't disagree, I was just trying to remember what amazing thing we had been discussing recently.
Wait, I got one. She rescued an adolescent Doberman this week; Laura is amazing!
Aww, thanks Epic. The awesomeness of Laura caught my eye too.
Sad news on the dobie front though. Trinity is headed back to the rescue. She really is not a city girl. Her first year and a half have been spent in a very rural environment with large fields to run in and no people or traffic. The rescue where we picked her up was on a dirt road surrounded by orange groves.
DH is heartbroken, but after having her for only a couple days it was clear she was going to take a lot of training, and we just can't do it. He talked to several people who train or just have a lot of experience, and they all said 6 months to a year. Going from the fields to a city with lots of strange people, traffic, bikes, runners, skateboards, etc., was way too much stimulus.
So kinda heartbroken, but better to end it quickly. Rescue dude will find a better fit for her.
Sorry to hear that, Laura. Probably best for all of you, but a bummer.
Oh, that sucks.
It does suck. DH is so teary over it. We really thought she was a good fit, but the kitties are quite pleased to have her going back. We'll try again, but probably with the Fort Lauderdale rescue again because more likely to be a city dog.
That's too bad, Laura.
Aw, that's gotta be so hard.
And we are trying another one. A one year old red dobie who is supposed to be good with kids and cats. We shall see.
Best of luck Laura! I hope this is a better match.
I spent a good part of last week and weekend arguing with one of my medical supply companies and fedex to get my supplies in a timely manner, which I didn't end up actually getting until today. I was quite literally vibrating with stress most of the weekend. Today, I've mostly convinced my body that it is not being chased by a giant predator. So, of course I just tripped and fell hard on both hands and knees and will probably spend the rest of my week in pain.
This baby is a male, which apparently is the less dominant gender for dobermans. If he is as delightful as DH thinks he will be then I'll name him Skinner to boss around Scully & Mulder.