Elizabeth

This is Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was found at the local pound, on the ground, not makin' a sound, wit dem ho's bringin' her down, all up in her crown....Wait. Shouldn't rap. I'm no Gza.
After a lengthy search, Katie and I found Elizabeth at the Forsyth County Animal shelter with a litter of eight. All except one was blonde, the odd one out being a Rottweiler color. So maybe a retriever/rott mix? Anyway, some joker decided to name the litter after characters on Sanford and Son. Clever, being found in a junkyard and all. I wanted Grady.



Cute, huh?

Yeah, I thought so too.. Got her home from the pound on Monday, last week. Since then it's been ... interesting. She's a sweetheart, don't get me wrong. As we got home from picking her up that day, we realized that she smelled like straight ASS. No, really. Gave her a bath and after much fighting, splashing and screeching, she was cleaned up and tuckered out. See above picture. Katie and I are keeping her in the laundry room, in a crate. We didn't realize that we needed to Crate Train her. So the first night, we wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. So we put bedding, newspaper (for poopy), food, water, and toys. Everything a new puppy in an unfamiliar place needs! Right? Wrong. After a night of no sleep, and a 3:00 a.m. vow to "shoot that little bitch in the face", we woke up to this at 6:45.

Notice the mixture of food, water, poop and pee surrounding the cage. Also notice Elizabeth's face caught in mid -howl. After another fun filled bath we realized that crates don't need food and water in there. Needless to say, interesting first night. Our other problem was Chianti. She's our Husky-mix. Awesome, awesome dog. A bit toy dominant, smart as a whip, and lovable. She's had problems with other dogs in the past, just over possession issues, but nothing major. She's good with dogs and people, providing the dogs were not into fetch. That 's why her and Frank, our previous dog, got along so well. He let her have the toys, she let him mount her on the side. Dog politics.

So we were worried when we introduced a puppy to the household. We figured that a puppy would be easier to teach the hierarchy to. But now I'm stuck. Chiante has let her know who's toys they are and she's a bit bigger. But they got along well. There are issues to work out, and a LOT of training, but Chianti has accepted her, although I'm not sure who's the dominant in this relationship. You tell me.

Loves that tail. I've seen Chianti sling Elizabeth across the room when she'd done that by surprise.



But that's it. "Our New Dog." She's still getting used to the crate, and I'm not leaving food and water in there at all. And she's learning to be submissive, and not playbiting as much. Two more months and the toy situation could work out. Until then we have to just supervise the hell out of the two. And hope Chianti doesn't consider our new addition a toy that squeaks. So far so good. Just don't piss in my shoes.