Post by GreyPoopon on Sept 9, 2007 20:23:06 GMT -5
Here are her specs:
Racing Name: RL Nevada
Old Call Name: Nevada or Vada
New Call Name: Cora
Age: 8 (born May 10/99)
Racing History: 150 Races (Dairyland, Derby Lane, and Tampa)
Breeding History: 3 litters (most recent not yet registered)
Piper had been at home for two weeks when Jiffer posted a list of new dogs expected. The first item on the list was:
"RL Nevada 8 Brindle Brood Momma - 3 litters"
I had three female greys with similar specs (all brindles, two are 8 and Edie will be shortly), so my answering post was "Uh oh. An 8-year-old brindle female. I'm going to unplug my phone."
Right after the new dogs arrived, Jiffer warned me that Bill wanted her to send me a pic of Nevada. Before she had a chance to do so, I arrived home to a phone message that went like this, "Hello, this is Nevada. Well you said you wouldn't answer your phone, so I guess I have to accept that. But you really should come and meet me--I'm a very sweet girl."
I promptly left a message for Bill saying that I couldn't believe that he had a little girl who had only been in the country for two days already making cold calls. When I spoke to him, I asked him what kind of an operation he was running, since he had that little girl in the call centre already.
Bill just laughed.
The next day I took Minnie (top dog) and Betsy (first grey) to meet Nevada. Betsy and Nevada hit it off immediately, which was wonderful, especially since Edie and Piper are becoming buddies. Minnie, however, was clearly uncomfortable. Since she's been top dog for 8 years and I don't care to knock her off her perch--or deal with a possible stress-related IBD flareup--I resisted Nevada.
Bill thought the situation might be different at home. I wasn't so sure, but promised to consult an experienced trainer who successfully manages her own large house pack of high-energy dogs. I did so.
I thought about it for a few days, and then called Bill and told him that while the trainer had been reassuring, it was far too early for me. He said he couldn't get Nevada ready for a couple of weeks anyway. I insisted that I couldn't commit without reinterviewing her; he said he'd like to get her spayed first nonetheless. So the deal was that he would get her ready to go, and then I would bring Minnie and the other two greys for a second interview. (Perry is so sweet that a conflict is highly unlikely.)
As it happened, it was 6 more weeks before Nevada was vetted. In the meantime, Jiffer was keeping me up to date. She also sent me the first pic below.
On Saturday Sept 1, Jiffer let me know that Nevada had been spayed, but she didn't say when.
On Sunday the 2nd, Bill called. The essence of the conversation--minus the chitchat--went something like this:
Bill: Your girl is ready.
Me: Good.
Bill: Are you ready?
Me: Yes.
[more chitchat]
Me: Am I going to reinterview her, or just pick her up?
Bill: Oh just pick her up.
Me: OK.
So on Monday the 3rd I did.
She was great in the car. A neighbour helped with the introductions, which went well. She's not much interested in the cats, and was soon sharing beds with her sisters. On Tuesday she went to the vet clinic for a couple of extra vaccinations, a microchip, and a bath, and she was a very good girl.
She skipped her first couple of meals, and stairs have been a challenge. However, she's coming along beautifully. There are already signs of a great sense of fun: when she leaves the crate and enters the kitchen, she gets helicopter tail, and both she and Piper end up dancing around, the silly old broads. She hasn't learned her new name (Cora) yet, but she will soon.
As Bill said, she's a very sweet girl and she's fitting in perfectly.
So now I have four 8-year-old female brindles with grey faces and fuzzy butts.
Pictures:
The killer pic Jiffer sent me:
On the way home in the car. Shortly after I took this, she went to sleep:
Being walked by my neighbour. That's Piper in the foreground--she often grins up at me on walks
The first night in the living room, trying out the beds and ignoring the cat. From left, Harriet the Spy, Minnie, Perry; on the bed, Cora, Edie, Piper (Betsy is just out of sight to the right):
The greys on the beds. Sorry about the angle--it was hard to get them all in. From left, Cora, Edie, Piper, and Betsy:
Cora was quite hesitant about joining the others, and was really more on the floor than the bed:
"Hello, what's that?" (Harriet had moved):
After everybody jumped up to bark at something (or rather, to look at what the poodles were barking about :, the lineup changed and Cora ended up fully on the bed. From left, Cora, Piper, Betsy, and Edie:
A closeup of Cora and Piper. They're not touching, but they are very close:
My new improved dining room. Piper is still using her crate, so I bought another:
Cora in the good-dog-bandana she got from the vet clinic. Notice how thick her neck is--she seems to be part linebacker:
"Woe is me. I'm in a crate."
Shortly thereafter, she joined us in the office, once again hesitating about using the other dogs' beds, but eventually ending up quite comfortable. From left, Cora, Piper, and Minnie:
She's home.
Bill has promised not to call me again unless/until I move to the country. ;D
Racing Name: RL Nevada
Old Call Name: Nevada or Vada
New Call Name: Cora
Age: 8 (born May 10/99)
Racing History: 150 Races (Dairyland, Derby Lane, and Tampa)
Breeding History: 3 litters (most recent not yet registered)
Piper had been at home for two weeks when Jiffer posted a list of new dogs expected. The first item on the list was:
"RL Nevada 8 Brindle Brood Momma - 3 litters"
I had three female greys with similar specs (all brindles, two are 8 and Edie will be shortly), so my answering post was "Uh oh. An 8-year-old brindle female. I'm going to unplug my phone."
Right after the new dogs arrived, Jiffer warned me that Bill wanted her to send me a pic of Nevada. Before she had a chance to do so, I arrived home to a phone message that went like this, "Hello, this is Nevada. Well you said you wouldn't answer your phone, so I guess I have to accept that. But you really should come and meet me--I'm a very sweet girl."
I promptly left a message for Bill saying that I couldn't believe that he had a little girl who had only been in the country for two days already making cold calls. When I spoke to him, I asked him what kind of an operation he was running, since he had that little girl in the call centre already.
Bill just laughed.
The next day I took Minnie (top dog) and Betsy (first grey) to meet Nevada. Betsy and Nevada hit it off immediately, which was wonderful, especially since Edie and Piper are becoming buddies. Minnie, however, was clearly uncomfortable. Since she's been top dog for 8 years and I don't care to knock her off her perch--or deal with a possible stress-related IBD flareup--I resisted Nevada.
Bill thought the situation might be different at home. I wasn't so sure, but promised to consult an experienced trainer who successfully manages her own large house pack of high-energy dogs. I did so.
I thought about it for a few days, and then called Bill and told him that while the trainer had been reassuring, it was far too early for me. He said he couldn't get Nevada ready for a couple of weeks anyway. I insisted that I couldn't commit without reinterviewing her; he said he'd like to get her spayed first nonetheless. So the deal was that he would get her ready to go, and then I would bring Minnie and the other two greys for a second interview. (Perry is so sweet that a conflict is highly unlikely.)
As it happened, it was 6 more weeks before Nevada was vetted. In the meantime, Jiffer was keeping me up to date. She also sent me the first pic below.
On Saturday Sept 1, Jiffer let me know that Nevada had been spayed, but she didn't say when.
On Sunday the 2nd, Bill called. The essence of the conversation--minus the chitchat--went something like this:
Bill: Your girl is ready.
Me: Good.
Bill: Are you ready?
Me: Yes.
[more chitchat]
Me: Am I going to reinterview her, or just pick her up?
Bill: Oh just pick her up.
Me: OK.
So on Monday the 3rd I did.
She was great in the car. A neighbour helped with the introductions, which went well. She's not much interested in the cats, and was soon sharing beds with her sisters. On Tuesday she went to the vet clinic for a couple of extra vaccinations, a microchip, and a bath, and she was a very good girl.
She skipped her first couple of meals, and stairs have been a challenge. However, she's coming along beautifully. There are already signs of a great sense of fun: when she leaves the crate and enters the kitchen, she gets helicopter tail, and both she and Piper end up dancing around, the silly old broads. She hasn't learned her new name (Cora) yet, but she will soon.
As Bill said, she's a very sweet girl and she's fitting in perfectly.
So now I have four 8-year-old female brindles with grey faces and fuzzy butts.
Pictures:
The killer pic Jiffer sent me:
On the way home in the car. Shortly after I took this, she went to sleep:
Being walked by my neighbour. That's Piper in the foreground--she often grins up at me on walks
The first night in the living room, trying out the beds and ignoring the cat. From left, Harriet the Spy, Minnie, Perry; on the bed, Cora, Edie, Piper (Betsy is just out of sight to the right):
The greys on the beds. Sorry about the angle--it was hard to get them all in. From left, Cora, Edie, Piper, and Betsy:
Cora was quite hesitant about joining the others, and was really more on the floor than the bed:
"Hello, what's that?" (Harriet had moved):
After everybody jumped up to bark at something (or rather, to look at what the poodles were barking about :, the lineup changed and Cora ended up fully on the bed. From left, Cora, Piper, Betsy, and Edie:
A closeup of Cora and Piper. They're not touching, but they are very close:
My new improved dining room. Piper is still using her crate, so I bought another:
Cora in the good-dog-bandana she got from the vet clinic. Notice how thick her neck is--she seems to be part linebacker:
"Woe is me. I'm in a crate."
Shortly thereafter, she joined us in the office, once again hesitating about using the other dogs' beds, but eventually ending up quite comfortable. From left, Cora, Piper, and Minnie:
She's home.
Bill has promised not to call me again unless/until I move to the country. ;D