
(The photos above show Sarah, with the bone, and my Princess - as you read the post, you will see why I am showing you my Princess' photo.)
Sarah is getting stronger, and more confident daily. She is quite a funny dog now that she is more sure of herself and of her surroundings. She tears around the yard chasing the small dogs and will come inside and roll around on her blanket to dry herself off after she is out in the rain. She has gotten to looking out the window now with the smaller dogs. The 2 little ones perch themselves on the back of the couch to look out the window at the outdoor cats. Sarah has started to get up there with them. I had to immediately put a halt to that. Personally, my dogs are allowed on the couch but Sarah is not going to be my dog so I have to teach her good manners that will follow to her new forever home.
Sarah listens well and now when we are in the family room and I am going out, or to bed, all I have to do is say "Sarah, kitchen" and she will go to the kitchen and get on her bed while I close the dog gate behind her.
On a personal note. When Sarah came to me she already had the name of Sarah. Today I found out that Sarah means Princess. I thought this fitting, and ironic, that a beautiful dark brindle girl should make her way to me to "fix". I had my own bullmastiff, another beautiful dark brindle. Her name was Princess. My Princess, to my utter despair fell ill a few months back, and after many specialists and the best vet care, it was decided by all that she could not be cured and would have to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I have had, and still have a hole in my heart. Perhaps this is my second chance to help a Princess. Maybe, Karma, God, or whatever you believe in has stepped in and sent me Sarah so this time I can save a "Princess". I do know that since she has entered my home, I have not had the chance to dwell on the past, but work on this new Princess' future. Maybe I am not the one healing Sarah, but her healing me. I do know this time the parting will be a joyous one, when Sarah goes to her new forever home to be loved and cared for.
Sarah listens well and now when we are in the family room and I am going out, or to bed, all I have to do is say "Sarah, kitchen" and she will go to the kitchen and get on her bed while I close the dog gate behind her.
On a personal note. When Sarah came to me she already had the name of Sarah. Today I found out that Sarah means Princess. I thought this fitting, and ironic, that a beautiful dark brindle girl should make her way to me to "fix". I had my own bullmastiff, another beautiful dark brindle. Her name was Princess. My Princess, to my utter despair fell ill a few months back, and after many specialists and the best vet care, it was decided by all that she could not be cured and would have to go to the Rainbow Bridge. I have had, and still have a hole in my heart. Perhaps this is my second chance to help a Princess. Maybe, Karma, God, or whatever you believe in has stepped in and sent me Sarah so this time I can save a "Princess". I do know that since she has entered my home, I have not had the chance to dwell on the past, but work on this new Princess' future. Maybe I am not the one healing Sarah, but her healing me. I do know this time the parting will be a joyous one, when Sarah goes to her new forever home to be loved and cared for.