A little over a year ago, I adopted a scrawny, 7 pound little dog with some matted hair even after the Humane Society had cleaned him up. I now have a 9 pound 2 ounce, silky haired, mischievous little dog that has given me a lot of joy and a few heart attacks.
I am delighted to show you Lexi’s progress over the last year.
The top image shows Lexi the day he came home from the Humane Society, a little leery but very self assured. He came in the door and without any hesitation, marched into the house and inspected every inch, nook and cranny. However, he spent weeks glued to me, wherever I went, he went, nose no more than 2 inches away from the back of my leg.
Eventually, he started getting some confidence, and would not have to be in the same room with me. He not only started playing with his toys, but he was initiating play with me. He now brings me his toys, drops them at my feet, and expects me to throw them to the far end of the house.
That independence also gave me a few heart attacks, proof of which is in the second image. I called him to go out for a walk, and he had disappeared. Where could he be, could he have gotten out of the house?
After searching and calling for quite a while, I went into my bedroom, and there, between the pillows on the bed I could see a little black nose resting on the bolster. The image shows him coming out from his hiding place.
The most notable one was when the car port door did not close properly when I went out, the wind blew it open, and this black and white blur came running out. He sat in the cul de sac, looked down the hill, took off chasing something and disappeared into the desert across the street.
Now, in my neighborhood we have among others, coyotes, rattlesnakes, bobcats, javelinas, a huge feral cat and a report of a mountain lion seen on top of the hill – all of which could make a meal out of him very quickly.
About 45 minutes later, with the sun going down fast, and after 3 of my neighbors and I had walked and driven up and down the development calling his name, he came out of the desert, then jumped into the car when I opened the door looking very satisfied with himself. It was one of those occasions when you first kiss them and hug them, and then strangle them!
The third picture shows him a couple of months ago and the last one was taken today. This is my silky haired, sweet, happy and mischievous little dog after one year of good food, long walks, playtime, and lots of belly scratching who again got a clean bill of health when we went for his annual checkup. And the tail on the last picture is blurry because it is always in perpetual motion.
Other things have happened over the past year, but those are stories for another time.
What a difference a year makes!