This is Cookie. If you follow me on Twitter you may recall a tweet from a few weeks ago where I mentioned a pit bull with whom I’d fallen in love. That was Cookie. Over the past month she’s worked her way deep into my heart until I just couldn’t leave her at the shelter anymore.
When John and I started volunteering two months ago, we knew we’d eventually end up taking another dog home. I just didn’t know it would happen so soon. We’ve been able to say “no” to all the other dogs we’ve walked, many of which would have made perfect pets.
But I couldn’t say no to Cookie.
The first time we walke her I was almost crying thinking of the life she must have had before coming to the shelter. She’d definitely been used for breeding. Possibly as a bait dog as well. She’s covered in scars. But she’s the sweetest dog you could ever hope to meet, and so well behaved. She walks perfectly on a leash, doesn’t jump, rarely barks, and has no interest in human food whatsoever.
It’s not all fun and games though. She’s on the last week of heart worm treatment, so until she gets tested again next week and comes back clear, she can’t be spayed. And she’s in heat. So between that and the fact that she’s the new dog in the house, Tiberius just wants to hump her (it’s a dominance thing) and she doesn’t like that. I don’t blame her. So they don’t get along. And because Big Brother doesn’t yet like her, Emmy doesn’t either. When it’s just Emmy and Cookie, Emmy ignores her for the most part. But get the three of them together and it’s not fun.
So that means we have to keep Cookie separated from the other two until they get used to her scent, she gets spayed, and we can acclimate them to each other.
But that’s not all. She also has separation anxiety. And is terrified of her crate. So we can’t crate her for long periods of time. We have to train her with that and ease her into accepting it. But until she’s ok with it, we’re keeping her in the spare bedroom. But she’s already started chewing up the door trying to get out. I don’t care about the door, but I don’t want her to hurt herself. So we have to stay with her.
I’ve contacted a behaviorist to help with these issues. I hope we can set up the initial appointment soon, because this is rough.
But Cookie is completely worth it. All she wants is love and to know we’re not going to abandon her.
I knew if we got another dog it would absolutely not be a puppy. I don’t have time or energy for that. I remember the sleepless nights of waking up every hour or two to take puppy out to potty. No thank you, I don’t get enough sleep as it is. Well, Cookie is perfectly house trained, but I’m sort of trapped in the spare bedroom with her. So it’s kind of six of one, half a dozen of the other. And it doesn’t help my productivity.
But she’s worth it. She is worth every moment of time and every penny we’ll spend on help getting her comfortable at home and with Tiberius and Emmy. I know we’ll work through this. And soon enough, all three dogs will be best friends.