It has been a long, long time since I had a moment to add anything here. My thoughts have been on the back burner while career and our big move have taken the front position in all things.
Three weeks before our big move we adopted a dog from the SPCA. This dog, this canine ambassador for the SPCA is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a condundrum.
We have the joy of being the adoptive family for a white German Shepherd that we have named Gunner. He is approximately 4 years old. He is a devout follower of the Red Ball religion. He has very clearly been loved at some point in his past because he came to us resplendent with "sit", "up" and "lie down" skills as well as a strong desire to retrieve and bring us the toy. He's "too big", "too long" and the wrong colour to be a "good" German Shepherd if you read anything online. I say phooey.
He's whip smart, I'll tell you that! He escaped his crate on Thursday. I came home, unlocked the door, opened it and was greeted with doggy nose and a full tail salute. I have no idea how long he'd been free in the house but not a thing was out of place. Nothing was chewed. All was well...
Gunner isn't great with other dogs unless he's off-leash. His hackles come up and he starts to hyperventilate. I don't understand it, but that's how he is. We have lots of dog politeness and socialization to work on but honestly, he's a joy.
I don't know if its us who are giving Gunner joy or the other way around...frankly I think it goes both ways.
We are eternally grateful to Charlotte at the Vancouver SPCA for choosing us as Gunner's adoptive family.
We love you Charlotte!!!
