I previously stated that I had many zany grandmother stories to share. So here is one you may enjoy.
My grandmother is very particular when it comes to dogs. I didn’t know how selective she was until I had the esteemed honor of finding a new dog for her to adopt.
This started about two years after the passing of her longtime dog Yankee III (yeah another story there). She was wanting another dog, but was not making any decisive actions. She has only ever bought dogs from breeders and paid top dollar; no she does not put them in shows. I refused to let her do that so I offered help in searching for a dog for her. I searched all over local shelters to find her a dog.
This should not have taken long or have been difficult. It was.
The reason why it was so hard is that she is incredibly picky. She had a list of requirements for me to meet. This was the first list:
- A male
- A puppy or young dog
- Upright ears (An absolute must)
- Short hair, but not too short
- Not too loud
- Must be okay with children
- Cannot shed too much
- Light coloration
- Solid coloration
- Open face (Yeah, what??)
- Cairn Terrier preferred
- House trained (from a puppy…)
- Straight tail
- No distinct smell
- Okay with being left alone for a short while
- No health conditions
- Terrier group
- No biting
Okay the list was long and made me angry. I can look at any dog and say you absolutely perfect. (We as humans don’t deserve dogs; they are too good for us)
After a few months of looking I told her I could not find a puppy Cairn Terrier that wasn’t from a breeder. She thought of just contacting a breeder, but I convinced her to be lenient with her list. She would now “allow” a non terrier and simply a young dog.
I searched for over a year to fit her specificities. Then she says she wants a female dog. Yeah now more searching.
I finally found her a perfect dog. I kept it as close to her list as possible. This dog came from a rescue called Marilyn’s Voice which focused on rescuing puppy mill dogs. The dog I found was a tiny, six pound, Toy Poodle and Yorkshire Terrier mix. I wanted to find her a small dog that would remain easy to lift as the dog ages. (Her last dog, a West Highland Terrier, was too heavy for her to lift when the dog got too old to get up stairs to go outside).
She went to meet the dog and fell in love instantly. This dog had character and was so well behaved.
This dog ended up being about 5 years old and had some missing teeth. She also has chronic ear infections and is not used to people handing her food. Even with these quirks my grandmother fell in love with her (I knew she would).
About a year has passed since she got the dog and they are inseparable. The dog had many difficulties at first, but was attached to my grandma instantly. She ended up being partially house trained, afraid of stairs, and barks when my grandma was not in sight. My grandma considered sending her back to the shelter (which upset me because I tried to explain puppy mill dogs take a while to settle into their homes). After about a year the adorable little poodle is now better with stairs, pretty well trained, and content at home and with other family.
My grandma is now in love with the little fuzz ball and says she could not imagine her life without the dog. She babies the dog and spoils her beyond belief.
Well that is my grandma story for today. Let me know if you would like to hear more of these stories.
Until next time.