Mona is a 6 week old German Shepard mix. She was one of a litter of 7 (& Mom) that were surrendered to the county animal shelter.
We're a small town bit of a drive from anywhere else and the local newspaper devotes a full page a week to the shelter and their quest to rehome everything; dogs, cats, birds, goats, sheep, chicken, pigs, pot-bellied pigs, horses, burros, cows even partially tamed or injured/disabled wild range mustangs that run through the valley here. The Shelter has a great marketing person with a corner of the page highlighting statistics of the shelter, calling out arrivals, adoptions and euthansias. Only about 1/4 are adopted and of course, it tugs the heartstrings.
Once we saw these puppies still showing in the paper 3 weeks after they arrived, we had to go get one. We have the room for a 2nd big dog, and after understanding Tiki's real value as a watch/protection dog while in Mexio and traveling, we want another dog of that type ready to take over the job.
We have become parents to an infant all over again. Every 20 minutes outside to"P" & have a treat if successful, then restricting her to all but the family room and laundry area. At least that will only mean one room with carpet that will have to be deep cleaned after potty training is completely over. She sleeps in the laundry room, there being nothing there that she can destroy. So far so good on blending with the pack. Ladybug's feelings were very hurt the 1st night. Tiki just wanted it to avoid the baby all together. But, here we are 5 days later with Mona & Ladybug playing together every waking moment, and Tiki allowing Mona to crawl all over her. Ladybug no longer hates me, she thinks Mona was a gift to her! Wonder what she'll think when Mona grows to outweigh her by 40 lbs!
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