Can't believe it's been over two months since I checked in...But I've been busy! As you know, Miss BayBay came into my and Mr. Brady's life a few months back. I've spread the word far and wide that once we had her up to snuff she would be rehomed. Rehomed to just the RIGHT home.
She came to us shaved down, throwin' up all the way home in the car...and with two fresh punctures in her groin. She just laid around only roused up to eat or get petted. Re-run back a couple of blog posts and you'll see that when I took her to our vet for a wellness check we learned why she was so unsociable. Severe ear infection and immediate surgery for what looked like minor punctures but proved to be ultra major. Got her all fixed up...and then had to take her in to be spayed.
She was NOT a happy camper. No wonder she had been such a couch 'tater. She didn't feel good and I kept gettin' her cut on!
Needless to say...Once she was all well and healed up a different girl emerged. Miss BayBay is one of the sweetest dogs you could ever ask for. We never, once, had an accident in the house. She obeyed almost all commands and other than one flip flop didn't chew or demolish anything in the house.
Heck...I needed a new pair of flip flops any way. She didn't want to play with toys...or with Mr. Brady. Within two weeks of her last surgery I caught the two of them sleepin' together. Then I caught 'em playin' tug-o-war with what was left of their toys. By "what was left" I mean that Miss BayBay is a soft toy murderer. She doesn't chew anything else but she ran through every toy we had in the toy box and chewed 'em to smithereens...leavin' bits and pieces of fabric that I still find when I thought they'd all been thrown away. Anyhoo...Now they were havin' long battles pullin' and tuggin' on the "scraps" she had hidden. Next thing I know she's layin' around lettin' Mr. Brady kiss her and lick her ears. She even started smilin'.
When I said up above that she obeyed "almost all" commands, the only thing I couldn't, and STILL can't, get her to do is come back into the house when called. She's not treat motivated...and she's happiest when she's just out in the yard. Mr. Brady runs out, does his bidness...and runs back in. Miss BayBay slowwwwwwly goes out...and stays out. She'll do her bidness and then find somewhere to "watch" or just lay down in the grass.
I've finally come to the realization that she's very much at home outside. I guess that's what she had before she came to live with us. So now Mr. Brady comes in and Miss BayBay patrols the yard...until she's ready to come in.
Now to get around to what this whole blog is about....Miss BayBay's here to stay. She's so easy to love and Mr. Brady and I have fallen in love and she's a keeper. We've been through Halloween and Thanksgiving...Her hair has grown back and she's feelin' purty. She's the first one to meet me at the door when I come home and the first one to hop onboard when we go to bed at night. She still can't ride without throwin' up...We're gonna work on that because Mr. Brady misses his rides and golf cart excursions...One thing at a time. She's comin' around.....And she's already made herself at home.
She IS home...Her furever home. Two is a handful..On the pocketbook and the maintenance...But she's worth it.
You know what's comin' now...We're so happy we're just gonna dance! Put the music on, BayBay!
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