|A terrified little dog, Princess.|
She was not totally socialized, so she spent many hours under Jack's desk. In Alleen's home she hid under the bed at night or when company arrived, especially bouncy great-grands. When I attempted to take her out with Lucy, she hunkered down and made herself a cinder-block. Hence, I named her Cinder-block or Hunka Munka, neither of which did Jack appreciate.
This little dog is also about two sizes larger than good health would dictate, so we've had her on a walking diet. We only feed her two small meals a day, which she has to eat quickly before Lucy comes in to finish off her meal. We do our best to walk the dogs daily in the field on North Base, however, the ride over for little dog is stressful, and she screams, cries, and whines every minute of the drive. I growl, Lucy paces back and forth, all to no avail. Hence, we changed her name to Whiny.
|Heads or Tails?|
Then one day when the sun brought us summer temperatures, she followed me out the door when I called her; she began to run through the yard like she owned it; she took off in the fields with glee and played around Lucy. We both watched her run and simultaneously we said, "Scooter." She's a Scooter when she runs. We erupted in enough laughter that Lucy ran to our sides, jumping and asking if we needed help and Scooter barked. At last our new addition has a name, a home, and now sleeps on the rug by our bedroom door, not under the desk.