I haven't posted much about our newest dog, Misha. She was a rescue dog that we adopted last December. She and 19 other dogs had been saved from being put down at a shelter in Ohio by some folks in Wisconsin who found foster homes for them. Smokey found her on Petfinders a year ago when she was placed in a foster home about 100 miles from here.
She had spent the first six months of her life in a cage and never properly socialized. We couldn't touch her for the first 4 or 5 month we had her, but eventually she came around and is now a playful, happy, affectionate dog.
She is a chewer, however, when she gets bored. You may remember some of these:
Clockwise from upper left: tv remote; yarn that should have been out of reach... but wasn't;
carved wooden box that my grandparents brought me from Norway when I was
about 9 (sob); random power adaptor; row counter; lint roller.
Apparently I didn't take a photo of the chewed up cell phone . Or all the gnawed-upon shoes. Or the corner of the comforter. Or... well, you get the idea.
We have learned not to leave shoes on the floor. And she has gotten somewhat less inclined to chew, although there are always a few bits of ripped envelopes or food wrappers stolen from the trash scattered across the carpet.
This morning, however, took the cake. We have no idea where she found this. But she chewed at least a tablespoon of the pest control substance off the end of the bar.
She spent the rest of the day napping, dashing about, wagging her tail, asking for tummy rubs, and generally acting like the happy, healthy dog she is.
One life down, eight to go...