My daughter’s little rescue mutt is named Addie. She is part schnauzer which gives her a gray shed-free coat with black ears flopping forward and a soft white beard. Her eyes are almond-shaped with black eyeliner giving the impression of little arrow points on the sides. She came with way too many teeth and had a goofy snaggle-toothed grin until one day the veterinarian pulled out several in her front lower jaw to make it “healthier.” My daughter was devastated to see Addie’s new gappy smile. They are gradually evening out over time, but she will never lose that comical expression.
A rescue dog is always a gamble because you don’t know what incidents in their past may have given them personality traits that are not ideal. But don’t all dogs – and all people – have these even if you know every aspect of their past? Addie seems to have been an excellent gamble. She has a sunny, bouncy, enthusiastic view of her life. When you come in the door she greets you by spinning in dizzy circles and standing on her hind legs and rapidly churning the air with her two front paws together. Her long, skinny body twists and turns like a ferret and it is hard to keep your eye on her.
When Addie came to join the pack for a vacation sleep-over, she couldn’t believe her luck to see all these new faces trotting towards her. Her immediate priority was to figure out where she fit in. The spaniels froze when they encountered her dizzying movement, and she took that as a cue that perhaps she might be higher in the pack hierarchy than these bigger dogs. Her pattern with Fionn and Beezee is to reach up for their heads and jump up and down to play until they either give in or turn their faces to the side and walk away. With the new two characters, she decided to play the tough guy and stare them down until they backed away, cowering. As the day wore on, however, they began to realize she was more of an annoyance than a threat and they went back to sleeping on their cushions and running to the door with the rest of the pack.