Chainsaw + his folks (Jeremy + Shirley) moved out a couple months ago, and it has been tough on Lenny.
Bill and I decided to look at local shelters.
When I first saw Lenny's face, I feel in love with him, hard, and so did Bill. He just looked like an Alevizos. But I knew finding dog #2 would prove to be way more difficult. We went back to CCR to see which dogs were available that we liked online, and we saw Olive. Now, I really wanted a SMART dog, like a collie or something, because Lenny doesn't really know how to listen and could use improvements in various areas. But there was Olive. Terrier/Corgi/god knows what weirdly cute female dog with a Fu Manchu.
So here we go. Yesterday was Day #1, and I'm not going to lie, I was pretty much emotionally unstable all day. Let's start with the fact she is IN LOVE with Lenny. I have never seen a female dog attempt to hump so much. Really. And she wouldn't just chill and leave him alone.
I cried on and off all day. Bill was at work, so my apologizes to the following people for freaking out and losing my mind that had to listen to me sob on the phone: Mom, Mackie, Rachel, Mary-Frances, Kristin, Lex + of course Bill. I started to doubt, do we want a second dog? Are we getting a dog for Lenny and not for us (which is partially true. If Lenny was fine when we left the house I'm sure we would have held off until we bought a place for dog 2, but Bill has always wanted dog 2 so you never know).
Is Lenny happy? Is she happy? Is she the right dog? Did we make the right decision? Did we rush into this? Is she going to be chill and get along with all dogs as Lenny does? Is she going to bark at night? Is she going to bark when we leave? Is Lenny annoyed? Will she pee in the house? Will she calm him down when we leave? Will she like all people? And so on. This is literally how I spent Sunday, January 9th, while Olive was in our home a brief 5 hours total, and I lost my mind.
I felt so much better when Bill got home from work (alone time with the dogs, 7 hrs) and Lenny was happy that Bill was there. And the dogs played and played.
We gave Olive a bath, and she was happier, and hey, I was happier, and I think she is adjusting very well. Now, this is a foster, so if in two weeks we feel this isn't working out, then she will go back to the shelter, but honestly so far so good......stay posted.

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