My old Maltese Shitzu rescue dogs, Basil and Russell, were 16 and I thought that their life would be spiced up a bit by adding another MS rescue dog to the house.
‘Tuesday’s’ foster was in Moree, she told me how calm Tuesday was. I had her flown down to Sydney.
I left ‘Tuesday’ (later renamed ‘Ruby’) in the carry crate as I introduced Rubes to Baz and Russ. All good.
After a while I opened the crate door and in a flash, the hyper Ruby was out the front door, down the driveway and gone. “Great! I have had her only 10 minutes and I’ve already lost her”. I found her hiding five houses away and she tried to run again but I was too quick… I bent forward quickly, and the twang (and associated pain) heralded the tear in my right hamstring and as I fell forward I landed on the right side of my face, but stoically, I held on to her.
Suitably humiliated, I limped home, looking like jail escapee.
Rubes is a new girl… and real fun. Now she just steals my shoes and hides them and doesn’t let me out of her sight.