wildbill7145;214135 wroteSo, per request of Kristy (who always gets what she wants), here's a trip report of our newest member of the pack....Queenie.
No, we didn't pick the name, and no we're not going to change it.
She's from a rescue near Owen Sound. First year of her life, basically no human contact. She lived in a pen outside with her dominant sister. Queenie basically got what scraps her sister left for her and not much else. They eventually escaped and ended up at the rescue. Queenie lived at the rescue for 1.5yrs. until yesterday when we took her home. Her sister got adopted out quite a while back, thus taking away the only stability in life Queenie ever had. Queenie got adopted out at one point for 3 days. Returned on 4th day. Adopter spent every waking hour with her for 3 days, went out for groceries (1/2hr), didn't crate her, came home to no curtains, destroyed lots of other stuff. Adopters fault, not Queenie's.
So, she's mentally incredibly unstable. Massive separation anxiety. Absolutely terrified of everything. Moving from the country to the massive metropolitan behemoth known as Kincardine freaks her out. Seeing people walking towards her on the sidewalk makes her lie down and shake. Someone turns on their porch lights, she jumps. Car door closes, she jumps. Thankfully no aggression issues, and hasn't displayed fear aggression at this point. Unlikely to do so in my opinion.
Got her to the house, met big Bob (our other dog) outside first, brought them both in. She explored a bit and eventually spent the evening in her crate observing everything going on (you know, the hot sex, snorting blow off each others nipples, the regular stuff guys and their girlfriends do in smalltown Ontario).
Today she's spending most of the time out of her kennel. She knows Bob is alpha, twice her size and is staying the hell out of his way. In pack order, she's on the absolute bottom. She's bonding well with both the gf and myself. She's decided that her favourite spot is hiding beside me in the office beside my desk.
I'm quite sure this is going to be one of the biggest challenges in dog ownership I've ever taken on. She's mentally very seriously fucked up. But, I like challenges like this and didn't want to see her spend her life in a rescue in what was the closest thing to an old style prison cell I've seen in a long time.
So, there ya go Kristy. Pretty long tr and I'm sorry for that (not really). Probably could have gone on longer. Didn't want to see the tldr's.
