OK, so I'm really trying to get back into blogging, so please comment? :)
I have a new child. He's tiny and vocal and loves me to death. He plays pretty well with others, yet becomes very possessive with food. I don't much blame him though, he was born on the streets of Mexico long before I knew him. I assume he had to fight to stave off hunger. I trust that as he realizes food will never again be scarce he will mellow out and become a good sharer.
Loki is a dog (if you haven't already guessed) And the vet at the local shelter brought him to California as part of her project Compassionate Borders. Twice a year she sends vans into Mexico to rescue abandoned street dogs.
After combing the shelters for a month, after looking into so many sad eyes, after passing by all the puppies because I just knew they had a better chance, I found my buddy here. I went into the shelter on a Sunday to meet two dogs I saw on their website that were real possibilities. It had been a month, and I was so ready to bring my new companion home. But after the interview with the adoption employees I had to once again walk away empty handed. Both dogs I loved were not trusted with children under 12, and, well, you all know my story:my life is brimming with children! They asked me to wait until the vans arrived and the dogs were temperament tested, etc.
I kept watching the website, but no new dogs. What did I expect? I mean, I was checking every hour. :) And then the next day I saw him! "Wayne". Terrier mix. Fit all my criteria and I fit his. He was not so cute, his ears reached up to the sky on his little pinner head. But I decided that I was going to go for Charlie Brown's christmas tree. My boss gave me the day off to go meet him, and Camille and I hit the road to the shelter. Only to find, when we got there, that he had gone to the Healdsburg shelter with an employee to hang out for the day, another hour away. On we went.
When we arrived, it was a new campus being built and virtually deserted. It looked like it was going to be fantastic, the new buildings, but we found ourselves walking around a couple of construction type trailers looking for someone to talk to. We found Nate in his office, and he was the only guy there. We chatted for a bit and then he led us to "Wayne", who was in a separate room, on a cozy bed listening to classical music. And he was beautiful! That photo did not do him justice. I guess that's a good thing because I got first dibs. He jumped up (and I mean jumped...like 4 feet in the air!) and we took him for a walk. And the rest is wonderful history.
When we got home his jumping antics got him the name "Roo". But it just didn't resonate with me. Wayne was out. And Roo on its way out. And then son Alex said he looks like a baby coyote. A trickster. Magical. Fun. How about Loki? (Loki is the god of mischief in Norse mythology) And it just fit him to a T. And so Loki he is!
It's been 3 months. He is amazing. He has not had one accident in the house. He goes everywhere with me, even work, and LOVES to play with the big guys at the dog park. He runs like the wind. He makes people laugh. He sits patiently when my 18 month old granddaughter pulls his tongue. He's learned that he needs to be invited onto a lap and how to "wait" at the door until I invite him to go out. OK.He barks too much. The only place he shows any wrong behavior is around other dogs and food. Not people and food. Not any other toys and other dogs. Just dogs and food. We are working on his manners. I believe in him. And I trust that as he gets to trust that food is plentiful he will calm down.
I am grateful that he has come into my life...