Kendra's Gotcha Day

 Today, the 6th of September is the eleventh anniversary of Kendra coming to live here.  Since she's sort of a bah humbug dog, I, Daisy, will recount her story.

 Kendra was 15 weeks old before she came to her forever family-- running wild in a pen with some Westies.  She was the puppy prospective buyers are warned to steer clear of.  The breeder's story was that her husband was ill and hadn't had any time with the puppies.  He was the main socialiser.  So Kendra was terrified.  After being trapped in a corner and caught, she cuddled into our human's arms and went to sleep.  There had been an 11-month wait for a female puppy, so we think she had been rejected by more discerning people.  Anyway, she'd found a family of suckers.

She joined another supposedly perfect scottie who was very gentle with her.  But no attempt of socialising with  people was successful.  She just hates people.....and loud noises....and change.....etc.   She has always held a jaundiced view of the world. Our tradition of early morning walks started  because she became upset if there were other people on the street. She eventually accepted them on the early morning walk, only. 

 This shows her first haircut.  We don't get skinned cut that short anymore.  Kendra loves other dogs and doesn't care about chasing cats or birds.  She loves being at home doing her own thing.  She acts quite vicious if anyone comes to the door, and has been known to go for ankles.  However, at the vets, or when trapped so someone can pet her, she goes into THE ZONE and ignores everyone.  Therefore, she is the best behaved of us at the vets.

 Kendra loves food......no one gets between her and food.  Her stomach clock is always correct--except with Daylight Savings. She always gets hers first.....she still thinks is the top dog.  She loves chasing a ball, killing cushions and the gorilla.

 On walks, she has to stay on the lead because she becomes engrossed in a smell,  heads off in the wrong direction,  spends most of the time rolling or may bolt if frightened.  Usually she just plods along.  She has become more at peace with the world now and  will occasionally go on daytime walks.  She determines our walks.  If she comes it will be a slow, short walk.  Sometimes she gets to the end of the driveway and refuses to go further.  We leave her behind and go off on longer, faster walks.  She doesn't mind  and is happy when we return.

Kendra likes hiding in out-of-the-way places and becomes decorated in cobwebs and leaves.  She also loves sitting in the front window ready to bark at anyone who dares walk passed the house.  Kendra is a fantastic watch dog.  Even people who know her won't come in the yard.  In the past few months, she is starting to move closer to the 'regulars' we meet on walks.  Maybe after eleven years, the world isn't quite so frightening.  Hope that explains why you don't see her as often as Bella and me.  (Oh we celebrated by taking her to the river for a long walk.  There were no other people. Then came home for treats.....roo tendons.)