We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to make an important introduction:
This is Macy. She’s a sweet 1.5-year-old beagle who is now part of our little family. She weighs about 19 pounds and is leggy and lean. She has a lot of spirit and energy. She’s going to keep us on our toes!
Since we lost our Lucy just before Thanksgiving, we’ve been talking about getting another dog, but just recently we decided to let that idea go for a while, unless a good opportunity presented itself. Life with one dog is easy and Rocky is happy as an only dog. Well, on Friday morning, I received a phone call from the executive director of the local animal shelter. I recently joined the board of directors there and I had mentioned to her that we’d love to adopt another beagle someday. Lo and behold, two beagles had arrived (separately, not together) the day before, and she wanted to give us first crack at them if we were interested. Craig and I went down to the shelter a couple hours later and met both dogs. I also took Rocky to meet both dogs, as it would be important for them to get along. I tried to practice my Dog Whisperer skills with the introduction. It was crystal clear from the introductions that Macy was a great fit.
We brought her home last night and had an exciting evening. She has no real manners – she doesn’t even know how to “sit” yet – but she is apparently housebroken, which is a huge plus. (No accidents so far!) We had to coax her to eat but she did better this morning. She enjoyed her supervised visits to our yard. We watched her carefully to make sure she wouldn’t find an unidentified escape route.
We learned that Macy was afraid of the hardwood stairs that lead to our second floor, but 24 hours later, we seem to have resolved that issue by coaxing her up and down with treats. We’ve been practicing “sit” with no luck. We are also practicing going into the crate since that’s where she’ll spend her time when we are away. About ten minutes ago I went through the whole drill of putting them in their crates, turning on the house alarm, walking out the door, locking the door, etc. I stood outside for a few minutes, and then came back in – right as the alarm grace period was ending. So, we also ended up practicing what it’s like when the really, really loud alarm goes off in the house. Poor dogs!
I am now sitting on the couch with the laptop with a sleeping beagle on each side of me. Life is good.