Bob, who was out of town at the time had kept promising me that we'd get a dog since we'd been in the house a few years, but he also kept putting me off. One day at work, I was on the Animal Defense League and there she was! I went at lunch and much to my surprise, Goldie was completely shaven! Evidently, her elderly owner had passed away and no one took care of her thick head of hair. They assured me it'd grow back, so I brought the girls back after work to see what they thought. They fell in love with her as quickly as I did. Without calling Bob, I brought her home. She hid behind the couch and we left to go buy food and other items one needs when they've never had a dog before. I did call him then, "Honey, when you get home don't be alarmed. there's a dog behind the couch." I'm sure he growled, but he knew he'd also been avoiding the inevitable.
Fast forward 10 years and she's a little older, 14 to be exact, but just as smart. Since we got the guinea pigs a year ago, her herding skills have been sharpened. Snowflake has an annoying habit of chewing on the cage and making a ridiculous amount of rattling noise when she wants food, attention or is just bored. I'm guessing it bugs Goldie because once the wild ruckus begins, she'll come and get my attention (loudly sometimes) and take me into the other room to shut them up. In the last few weeks though, she's picked up an annoying little habit herself. At any given time, she'll decide she needs a treat. First she'll just give me the eye and if I ignore her, which I always try first, she'll start barking at me. Once I'm up, she'll lead me to the kitchen cabinet and stop. I comply like a good human and give her the treats and she's content again.
|Goldie in her "summer cut" waiting for a treat|
|Guinea-sitting the Guinea Girls|
|Favorite past time, sunning herself|