Ok… So she’s not a puppy anymore…In fact i’ve seen a few grey hairs on her chin …(which she doesn’t like being teased about) …But She’ll always be my Furbaby.
Three years ago she was sent my way by a Higher Power… A friend called upset that this beautiful Dober/Shepherd mix was slated to be executed. My friend told me the dog was bad, it’s owners could not put up with it anymore… Too much trouble they said. Without seeing her, nor discussing it with SO (It was a life or death situation) I immediatly said yes, I’d take her. Three years ago I lived in a small two bedroom apartment, and my landlord said no pets…but the lady upstairs had a cat…and i could always find a new home. (i’ve sinced moved to the Country, where she has lots of room to play)
When I met Tier, I knew from the get-go she wasn’t a bad dog… She did however have Bad owners. I thought it was cute that her tail didn’t stop wagging, and that after getting to know SO and I, she ran down the hall to my DD’s room and laid down on the bed next to her. She didn’t move for the rest of the night… She had found her home…and her little girl.
When I met Tier, her name was really Tea-bag… But i found she responded to “T -Here”…. Which turned into Tier (which i’m told in German means Animal).. She likes the name, and won’t look at you when you say Tea-bag.
When I met Tier, I could see her ribs… When I fed her I could tell she hadn’t been fed in awhile… She’s still a little protective over her food…But i understand… I was once hungry myself… I once had bad “owners” too.
When I met Tier, I could tell she was an “indoor” dog… I had to teach her to use the washroom outside…Well actually SO did that..(it’s a little easier for a man)… But i taught her that I would respond when she asked to go out… In the early days she had an accident…my fault, not hers… And she was so upset she brought me the paper towel…I never taught her that.
When I took Tier for her first walk, I could tell she had never experienced it before… (She was a year old when she found us) We took her to SO’s parents farm, and let her run… She didn’t take off (we were told she would), but instead ran circles around us… With the biggest smile, and tongue hitting the ground… At one point she even jumped up and licked SO’s nose… I think she was saying Thank-you.
Three years later, we have the best Puppy in the world… She greets us with our favorite toy.. (ie. I play with a ball with her, while SO gave her a slipper, and she remembers who likes to play with what)… She keeps an eye on her Little Girl, and even “Tells” on her when she’s being bad… She never runs away, nor bites, nor growls (’cept when it’s warrented)…. We got her a Kitty, and she’s very good at taking care of him… She’s definatly one of the family…Extended family included… I can’t believe anyone would dream of “putting her down”.  I’m glad I rescued her
I once had a customer refer to his dog as a “spirit dog”… I’m sure my puppy is one of those…
