World, meet Chance. He’s my aunt’s third rescue dog, hence the title… he’s found his forever home on his second try. He’s a darling, handsome, playful, black and tan standard daschund. He’s three years old and my girls are smitten.
Sissy did her own post about the day, but alas, it’s a bit ego-centric. I’ll start at the beginning. Friday night, the girls got baths to be all purdy for the family reunion. I really thought I took several photos, but this is the only one my camera shared with me when I downloaded (uploaded?) to my computer.
Sis is right that I had the devil of a time trying to get a photo of Chance. He’s one happy, active little guy. However, what I also didn’t capture was how sweet Sissy was, trying not to overwhelm him. She dropped to her belly when he seemed a little uncertain about the big, playful dog, and when that wasn’t enough, she rolled onto one side and just batted at the little dogs with her front paws.
There was a “hayless hayride” we skipped to continue supervising the doggy romper room. I also missed the trip to the local alpaca farm because Sis had an upset tummy…
I was a little nervous about having Sissy and her food restrictions at a family reunion, but it went pretty well. Phew!
My aunt’s other dog, Luna, is also a rescue. She didn’t adapt to their household quite as seemlessly as Chance has, but my aunt and uncle were patient and she’s quite the fixture now. She wasn’t interested in the playful antics of the younger set though.
Here’s Sis, being the alpha-diva. Luna’s bed, the two bones Gretchen found… And don’t you love that LOOOOONG pink tongue?!
Of course, I can’t leave Gretchen with that less than flattering shot from the tub. She was happy to pose for her fans!
What?! Your family reunions aren’t all about the fur-kids? Huh. Well, ours are…
Happy dogs on thursday and little friday!