It’s been over a year since I posted about Jujube coming to join our pack…she’s now nicknamed Tater Tot, because she’s a small potato in comparison to most Bernese Mountain Dogs. She arrived at 100lbs, and I knew she needed to lose weight to protect her joints. We actually were able to slim her down to 75lbs, but then our current vet was like, yeah she needs to put on a few pounds…and that was hella easy! She’s resting now somewhere around 85lbs and I think she’s okay at that weight. She’s still short and stocky, and I constantly remind her how tiny she is, but she’s a good girl. We actually had very little issue housetraining her as she didn’t have any accidents in the house at all. We crate trained her–as we did with Butthead–and she sleeps in her crate on and off at night in our bedroom. The crate door stays open so she has freedom to move about the bedroom all night, which she does.
This is Tater Tot. She’s four years old now and still happy and crazy and attached to Hub like nobody’s business. She has realized that I give good butt scratchies so she does come to me for affection, but mostly she is still Hub’s little baby. She, unfortunately, has some bad habits (poop eating) and she’s very chompy to take treats out of our hands, but we continue to work on these things. She’s also still a pretty nervous dog. If we drop anything on the floor or move our chairs too fast, or someone comes in the house she doesn’t know, she jumps and runs off. These days she’s more likely to come back and investigate whatever scared her, but still she’s a nervous nelly.
So now I said THREE in the title, because about four months after Tater Tot came to us, I accidentally fell in love with another dog. Integrating Tater Tot was actually pretty easy, in that she really didn’t seem to care about Butthead. Butthead really wanted to play, but Tater Tot has no idea how to play with her. So they were able to exist in the same pack without too much issue. Once or twice Butthead may have quietly corrected Tater Tot, but honestly Tater Tot is so happy and kind of dumb that she didn’t take offense. She was like “sure, whatever old lady, I’ll just go over here instead” and that was it. Since Tater Tot fit in so well, with little issue, I was halfway watching the rescue postings on my FB feed. I really didn’t PLAN on a third dog–we have never had three dogs full-time–but I saw a picture.
I saw a picture on my FB feed and read the story about our Golden Girl and I cried. I cried big tears and I sent the story to Hub and I was like “she needs us.” At the time of her listing she was 8 years old, they decided she was a great pyrenees mix because she had the rear dew claws that GP’s have. She had been with her foster for almost a year because she needed several surgeries and had to recover from them before she could be adopted out. They found her in a hoarding situation on a dairy farm with a ton of other dogs at 7 years old. She had horrendous hip dysplasia on both sides, so she had hip surgery on both hips, first one–then recovery-then the other, and recovery. She also had an emergency hysterectomy due to a bad infection–and recovery–and then they removed both mammary chains because they found tumors (that turned out to be benign)–and recovery. Four major surgeries in a year, each requiring somewhat lengthy recoveries. They also found bacteria in her system during one of the surgeries that only COWS get…that’s how terrible the dairy farm hoarding situation was. The vet had never seen anything like it.
Hub, being the sucker that he is, said “sure, go ahead and apply for her.” I told him everyone was going to want her, so it was probably a waste of time. I put in the application on a Thursday, talked to the rescue that evening, and Friday morning they said “she’s loading up on our transport and you can meet the van at about 1am to pick her up.” Seriously, no one else wanted her. We couldn’t imagine, and here we were with a pack that was still getting accustomed to each other, including us with a new routine with Tater Tot. But Golden Girl…something in her just drew me and I felt we were the right home for her. We were told she had some mobility issues from her hip surgeries–which we were well versed in from the last couple of years of Le Moo’s life–and that she was not well socialized to people. Again, another outdoor dog and another dog who wasn’t really sure about people.
We picked her up at the meeting point and Hub had to basically lift her into our van. She was so shut down she didn’t want to move or do anything. She had a blank stare and a frozen body…and she did not seem thrilled about Hub. He’s a big guy and often overwhelms smaller dogs, but Golden Girl was about 95lbs and wasn’t small, but her life had been so small…
I had never met a dog so shut down before in my life. She didn’t want to be touched, she didn’t want to be looked at. She refused treats and refused our affection and refused us. Literally, ran from us. We had to put her on a leash to get her outside in the yard so she could go to the bathroom. Again, another “outdoor” dog who had zero issues being housetrained, but she just seemed to be dead on the inside. We followed her lead and let her be except for taking her outside. We thought, sure, a couple of months and things will calm down…she’s going to love us.
She did not love us. She didn’t interact with the other dogs, she just…existed in her shell of a body. We talked to her all the time but did not touch her unless necessary. We told her again and again that she was going to love us. She did not love us. She kept to herself in another room, one that we kept dark with heavy curtains on the windows. At some point she began following me, but would not really come close. She wouldn’t go near Hub at all, but she started shadowing me inside and outside the house. I started taking more risks with her…touching her as she walked by me, or putting my hand on her when she was nearby. She still skirted away and she still refused treats and any signs of affection. Six months in, we were still in the same standoff. She had no personality, no quirks, no reactions, no emotions. Six months…it was torture for us. We only wanted to love her, but she didn’t want us to. And she didn’t want to love us.
I decided that we had given her plenty of time to realize that we respected her and her needs…and that we were going to love her even if she didn’t love us. I was ready to move forward, so I started touching her every time she was near me. Inside the house, outside the house, nighttime, daytime…touch touch touch touch. We would celebrate every time she let me touch her, or when she didn’t actually run away from me. Another month, I just kept pushing her tiny bits at a time. And I encouraged Hub to start touching her as well. She ran from us a lot, but we didn’t give up. And every accomplishment was celebrated.
And one day, outside on the deck, I announced to her that I was going to hug her. And I did. And she stood there and allowed it. She did not respond, her body was stiff, but she stayed where she was until I let her go…and she ran away from me. I didn’t care because I had hugged her and she had let me. Day by day, I would just do a little more hugging, a little more touching, a little more loving. She was taking treats from me and would occasionally allow Hub to toss a treat in her direction. And again, another day I up and announced that I was going to kiss her, and I pressed a kiss on her big gold noggin. And she let me. It’s been all uphill since then. Well, slow uphill. She’s still stand-offish, still a little resistant, but we keep pressing forward.
She loves to roll in the yard, especially when the grass is wet. She loves to rub along the fence, we have no idea why. She gives us happ face now, and lets us touch her and hug her and kiss her more. She will still skirt away from us sometimes, but it’s okay because we know that she knows she’s going to get loved no matter what. She barks at everyone who comes in the house, and oftentimes won’t stop until they leave. We’re working on that. She doesn’t let other people touch her, but that’s okay…she has her boundaries and we’re okay with that. We just celebrated her one year gotcha day with homemade doggy cake…and she loved it.
The three dogs get along fine. Golden Girl sometimes guards the water bowl, but we just correct her and she moves away. There’s some minor interaction between them, but more often than not they are lying near each other. Golden Girl and Tater Tot seem to do that more often, kind of like they are the two new kids who have kind of bonded over being new kids.
Butthead is old–around 12 or 13 years old–and has been not 100% healthy these last months. She’s lost a ton of hair and her muscles have atrophied. She has weakness in her back end that pain medication has not been able to help. Her mobility is low, and we are sort of hoping that a new medication due out in the fall might help her. Right now she’s cranked up on a ton of pain killers and getting weekly acupuncture treatments, with limited success. We’re trying to keep her quality of life good but some days it is a struggle.
Hub actually kept his job all through COVID–we were extremely lucky. This past December he got a promotion and a raise…and then unceremoniously and shockingly got laid off from his job. He was out of work for about four months and we were lucky to be able to make it through, despite him only being given a month of severance (plus two weeks of leave he had saved up). He has since started a new job that he doesn’t love, but it’s definitely paying the bills. He has to go into the office once a week, which isn’t horrible but it’s basically a three hour round trip in traffic. For now, it will do.
I’m still struggling on and off with migraine attacks. At present I’m in the midst of an attack and it sucks. I’ve been continuing to try new medications and new medical devices with some minor success. Unfortunately, once I get into a migraine attack, I seem stuck there until it lifts on its own…and that’s a royal pain in the ass.
I’m not sure how long I’m going to blog again, but today I felt the need to. Hope everyone here is still doing well.