So, you guys remember how I was all excited about getting a new dog?
WELL FORGET IT. 'CAUSE I CAN'T HANDLE A NEW DOG. At least not the one we had in mind.
We met Kiya Sunday afternoon, and she was SUCH a sweetheart. We brought Brutus to meet her in a neutral space, and he seemed to like her. She didn't really seem to care about him, but we figured she had been in the car for several hours and was just happy to be smelling some new smells. There would be plenty of time for them to get acquainted later on.
We brought her home and waited expectantly to become a big happy family. But as the hours wore on, we began to realize that might never happen.
When Kiya was alone with us, she looked like this:
When she was with us and Brutus was there, she looked like this:
But when left alone with Brutus, she looked more like this:
It appeared that she neither liked nor wanted anything to do with Brutus, which she made evident by pinning him down in the backyard and ripping a sizeable chunk of fur off his face the moment we left them alone together.
Needless to say, there was disappointment all around. I guess there was just too much of an age difference. Brutus just wanted to play, and Kiya just wanted to be left the #$*% alone. I certainly don't blame her; I'm sure I would have done the same thing if I had some kid barking at and pushing me all day long.
And so it went that almost exactly 24 hours later, Kiya left us and went to a better place.
Good gravy, she didn't die! She just went to stay with a friend of the family we'd gotten her from. I'm positive they'll have no trouble at all finding her a good home, because she is seriously the most affectionate dog I've ever been around. But just like any respectable old lady, if you give her crap, she won't think twice before beating you about the head with her walking cane.