First of all, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Fiesty Three, we loved your Smile Box. Today was just a normal day for us because we don't celebrate Thanksgiving. But we thought we'd join in the Adoption Stories.
Hi Everyone, Kendra here. I finally got a go on the computer. Usually Little Miss
Thinks she's so perfect Daisy does the blog. I was adopted when I was nearly 16 weeks old. I was born at a kennel. It had a good reputation, but I was left with some Westies to run around for about 9 weeks with no other socialisation. So I was afraid of everything--especially when they rounded me up and handed me to a stranger. However, it felt good. So I cuddled in and went to sleep. They say I'm one of those pups to experts advise to steer clear of when you choose a puppy. (Bah Humbug)
Anyway, I was put in a box in a car and driven to a new place. I sat in the box in the kitchen, while a huge scottie checked me over. Then I was allowed out. That scottie was Carys. She was a good sort and was very patient with me. Carys was the perfect scottie.
Daisy thinks she's going to be the perfect scottie. Carys went everywhere with HER, parties, barbecues, sports events.....just everywhere. Naturally, I was taken as well. They tried everything to socialise me; but I just wanted to be left alone with my new family, in my new house. Eventually, I won. I'm eleven and a half now, and pretty much do what I want. I love my family, but DO NOT LIKE ANYONE ELSE.
I was an only dog for awhile when Carys died. Suited me. I don't like change much. But one day, I was collected at
the kennel camp and came home to find a wriggly puppy. It was Daisy. She was fun to play with, so I suppose it was okay. Now we've got another one; but she's scared of me.
Daisy, here. Who knew that Kendra had so many words in her. Usually, she's more aloof. I suppose the computer is easier to cope with. Anyway, I was adopted when I was 8 weeks old. I was born in Victoria. The state to the south. My brothers and sisters and some Westies were put in a car for a long drive to Sydney--over ten hours. We stayed overnight and the next day was Mother's Day. We were microchipped and a stranger came and looked at all the puppies. Originally, I was going to go to Hong Kong for breeding. But when our human spent time with us and talked to the breeder (who is a Vet). SHE was told to take whichever female SHE wanted. Well, I ran around and kept coming up to her. SHE even admits now that I chose her.
Well, there was another looooong car drive--six hours this time. We went to Camp and picked up a
grumpy scottie, Kendra, and went to my new house. I explored everything. Actually, Kendra was very good about playing with me. She says she liked being an only dog; but she liked having me around--as long as I didn't don't touch her food. She's getting old now, and I'm taking over as top dog. Then one night SHE came home late--way after our dinner time and brought in a crate. There was something growly and snarly in it.
Hi, Bella here. Yes, I was growly and snarly. That's because for 5 months, I lived with my mother, brother and four other scotties in Victoria. My brother showed signs of demodectic mange and I was starting to show signs as well. I was taken to the vets' to start treatment and then had 'the operation'. A week later, with stitches in my tummy, I went for another
a long car ride and was put on a plane. We, my old humans, flew to Sydney and then got on another to go further north. I then spent another two days travelling in a car with my human family. Finally, at night, we stopped and they talked to a stranger for a while. I didn't know what was happening. I was put back into my crate and put in the stranger's car. But SHE put my crate in the front seat and talked to and patted me for the hour and a half drive.
When we stopped, SHE took my crate into the back verandah. Two huge heads came up and started sniffing me. SO YES, I was very cranky. Then they all disappeared. I got out of my crate and followed them inside. AND it was dinner time! I was very hungry. Once we all had full stomachs--I ate in the bathroom so Kendra couldn't get my dinner, we made friends. I would retreat into my crate whenever I was tired or overwhelmed. That lasted about two days. Daisy is fun to play with though I have to badger her sometimes; but I leave the old girl alone.