Phoebe Comes Home
Date: March 20, 1999
Finally! We’re shopping at North Shore Animal League. The puppy room had cages along two walls side by side and stacked up to six feet with a little ball of fur in each. There was quite a selection, and we really hoped to take our puppy home today.
The Famous Phoebe of Long Island - Phoebe's Adventures at Sailors HavenAnd there she was! Oh, those black circles around her amber eyes. The fluffy brown & black fur. The pokey little tail (which would grow into a long, full, collie-like tail). We asked to hold her, and when she was handed to me, we knew she was what we had been hoping for. She rolled onto her back in my arms, and someone who worked there said, “Oh look, she’s a submissive dog.” (Really?!? That’s another story…)
When we got Phoebe home from the shelter, I waited in the car with her. I loved this bonding time with my new pup. I spoke softly to her about the fun we’d have and the love we’d share, all the while gently stroking her back. Meanwhile Frank went inside to put her crate together. He also put Dibbs the cat in a room so we could give them a chance to sniff through the door before meeting in person.
Phoebe was extraordinarily smart. This isn’t mom talk. She immediately took to the crate and never had an accident indoors (except for the time we were driving her crazy with a laser light and she peed on the carpet – our fault, not Phoebe’s). Frank got a training book and set to work teaching Phoebe everything she needed to know to be a great boat dog.
Finally! We’re shopping at North Shore Animal League. The puppy room had cages along two walls side by side and stacked up to six feet with a little ball of fur in each. There was quite a selection, and we really hoped to take our puppy home today.
The Famous Phoebe of Long Island - Phoebe's Adventures at Sailors HavenAnd there she was! Oh, those black circles around her amber eyes. The fluffy brown & black fur. The pokey little tail (which would grow into a long, full, collie-like tail). We asked to hold her, and when she was handed to me, we knew she was what we had been hoping for. She rolled onto her back in my arms, and someone who worked there said, “Oh look, she’s a submissive dog.” (Really?!? That’s another story…)
When we got Phoebe home from the shelter, I waited in the car with her. I loved this bonding time with my new pup. I spoke softly to her about the fun we’d have and the love we’d share, all the while gently stroking her back. Meanwhile Frank went inside to put her crate together. He also put Dibbs the cat in a room so we could give them a chance to sniff through the door before meeting in person.
Phoebe was extraordinarily smart. This isn’t mom talk. She immediately took to the crate and never had an accident indoors (except for the time we were driving her crazy with a laser light and she peed on the carpet – our fault, not Phoebe’s). Frank got a training book and set to work teaching Phoebe everything she needed to know to be a great boat dog.
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