Elsie was rescued from a dumpster in Mexico by an amazing group that rescues animals over the border and brings them back to San Diego for adoption. Just 4 months old, scrawny and malnourished, she was in need of some serious TLC before she could go to a new home. After her recovery, however, she found and adopted me - and while finally learning to be a puppy herself, she began the process of teaching me everyday lessons about life from a dog's perspective.
One of my favorite stories is about how Elsie came to live with me - but I'll save that for another post. For now, here are the stats most likely to be asked at the dog park!
Age: Current guess is 1 year and we celebrated her birthday just before Christmas. Subtract 4 months for the whole being abandoned, rescued, and nursed back to health thing, though. That will give you an idea of how old she ACTS!
Is she a Golden Retriever puppy? No. Although I think we'll get asked THAT forever.
Is she a Mini Golden Retriever? Ah, no. I don't think there is such a thing.
Okay, what is she? Oh, how I wish she had one of those designer-mix names like, "Cockerpin" or "Double Doodle". But no, she's just a Cocker Spaniel/Terrier mix. Sure, go ahead. Try playing with the names. "Spanter" just sounds wrong!
Does she do tricks? Oy! She sits? That was a major breakthrough; it was tricky. Probably doesn't count though, right?
Favorite activities? Ball chasing, fetching, and swimming. She loves to travel, kayak, and does doggie yoga too!
How does she melt my heart? THAT will take a whole blog to answer!
It's been 7 months and every day I learn something new about my new love. Yes, I'm in love with my dog. And if that makes me a crazy-dog-lady, I am all in!