Talia, right, and her new brother Enzio. She is trying to bring him out of his shell.... or at least out from behind the bench to play!
Talia - upper right - when she was in foster care. It was said that she wouldn't get along with other dogs!
Yes, indeed Misty
(renamed Talia - boy did she learn her name fast, what a smart girl!) is
doing just fine. My son named
her Talia, and now we have Talia and Enzo...has a nice ring, doesn't it? Thank you again for coming all this way to bring her to us. The
first two days Enzo was bewildered because Talia always won all the fights
for food and bones. He came
to me for advice, asking what to do.
I told him he had to assert himself...and he did.
Now he wins most of those battles, and the pecking order has been
reestablished. Talia runs
like a greyhound and Enzo just can't keep up with her, but boy does he
love to chase her.
Talia took right to
her crate and loves it as her special place.
They like to share the squeaky and rope toys, and play running in
and out behind the evergreen tree.
Getting Talia was an
answer to a prayer, and we thank you again.