I have a wonderful, precious Grand Puppy, Octavia. I feel a special kindred spirit connection with this puppy as I was the one who happened across her at the Cleveland APL. I had made the trek with a friend who wanted kittens. The APL was having ‘Kitty Christmas In July’ so my friend wasn’t the only one who wanted kitties that day and I got damned tired of standing in the adoption line that day so I went to look at the puppies. (I’m a ‘dog person’ since I happen to share my home with a 120 lb. Chesapeake Bay Retriever) When you walk into the puppy nursery at the APL all the little darlings start barking up a storm, just begging to be noticed. All the kennels were full to point that they had been ‘doubled up’. It is always so sad to walk through there, seeing all these dogs that 2-legged people were irresponsible with. I believe that once you bring a 4-legged person into your life the responsibility is like that for a 2-legged person. Anyway, as I began to walk the row of kennels I saw that the second to the last one was indeed empty. It was not until I actually got up to the kennel and looked in I saw this little German Short Hair girl layin
g back on the hammock they have in the kennels for the pups to sleep on. With a bit of coaxing I was able to get her to come to the gate so I could see her. She slowly walked over and pressed her head to the fencing so I could give her a bit of a rub on her snout. She seemed like she was so mellow and just down right sweet. She was obviously calm as she did not join in on the initial chorus of barking and I was surprised to see by her paperwork that she had been a resident of the APL for 6 weeks already (thankfully the Cleveland APL is a ‘no kill’ shelter), she was just 2 yrs. old
and her name was ‘Octavia’. After chatting with a volunteer I found out that the APL couldn’t understand why Octavia hadn’t been adopted after su
ch a long time with them and she had been surrendered by a family who had lost their own home to foreclosure. She obviously had been raised in a loving situation because she was just as sweet as any pup could be. I knew that I could not leave this puppy at the APL, my main job was to figure out how to get her into a
loving home. I did not have the money for the adoption at that point but I have it within 2 weeks.
After much ado (got to save something for a future post) my oldest daughter, Courtney became Tavi’s (her new nickname) new mommy. The relationship between those two was made in heaven. I think that it was karma that Tavi was in the APL for so long, she was waiting for Courtney to come and get her. Tavi now lives the princess life she was born to live and she comes to visit h
er GMa at least twice a week while her mommy works. When mommy has to go on an out-of-town trip where Tavi isn’t invited, Tavi comes to stay with her GMa. Octavia does suffer from ‘separation anxiety’ so she has to be in her ‘Princess Castle’ (her kennel) or she has to be at GMa’s when mommy leaves.
Octavia and her Uncle Tobey love each other very much. uncle Tobey knows the days during the week when Tavi is supposed t come visit (generally it’s every Tuesday and Thursday) and if she doesn’t show, for one reason or another, he is moping about not knowing what to do
Our days are always full of excitement when Tavi comes to visit as she is no longer a depressed wallflower, she is a full-blown ‘Princess’ puppy. GMa refers to her as her GGuppy (Goat + Grandpuppy) Princess. This girl is full of herself. I keep telling her mommy that we could be very rich if we could just get someone to leave a Big Mac in the vault at Ft. Knox. This girl will do anything to get at food related trash. Tavi walks into GMa’s house and quickly rounds up all of Uncle Tobey’s toys (with the exception of ‘Baby”), puts them on Uncle Tobey’s bed and then lies on all the others as she chews on the toy of choice. Uncle Tobey bows before her and accepts this as the norm.
Tavi’s mommy has gone to New York for numerous business meetings so
Octavia has come to stay with her GMa and her Uncle Tobey for a few days. All was going so well. On the first evening, dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, puppies were walked and it was time for my shower. When washing the dishes I made sure that all the possible temptations were off the counter, all the puppy food is ensconced safely behind thick plastic, I have given up using my trash can and my recycling cans so there couldn’t possibly be any problem once I put up the gate before I take my shower. With all my i’s dotted and my t’s crossed I took them out for a last pee and one final trip to the dumpster for the day(the lack of a trashcan means I just make numerous trip to the dumpster with trash-filled grocery bags) . We came in from a nice walk and I headed for the shower. While taking a pre-shower pee Tobey started barking and yelling at him to get Baby (barking with Baby in his mouth muffles the volume) wasn’t cutting it so I turned on the shower, dog still barking, I yell more, then I flush the toilet, dog still barking, I yell more, I run out into the hallway, buck naked to give a face-to-face yell about the barking just as Tavi came out of the kitchen with a jar of dry roasted peanuts in her mouth! Caught red-handed!! She dropped the jar at Tobey’s feet as she slunk under the table with a most shameful face, he stopped barking at that point and he couldn’t move away from that offensive jar fast enough, not one single puppy wanted to touch the evidence. All of the sudden I realize that the shower sounds funky, like it’s showering out of the tub onto the bathroom floor, mind you I am in my family room, naked with my blinds open AND it’s NOT raining this time (in a previous fiasco I was buck naked in my family room with the blinds open BUT it was pouring rain so no one got the free show of a fat old lady in her all-together!) but, back to my bathroom. I quick put up the gate (I forgot in the joy of a nice walk and the opportunity for a shower to put the GD gate up across the kitchen!) and run into the bathroom to see why the shower is sounding so weird when I slip and narrowly miss a huge fall on the water that is flowing out of my toilet. The shower was just fine and quite honestly, it was the only damn thing that was fine at this point. Tavi was feeling badly, not about what she had done, but it was all about getting caught as she couldn’t be ‘the good puppy’ and blame the infraction of GMa rules on Uncle Tobey. Uncle Tobey was feeling badly because Tavi was feeling badly and I was none to happy with the entire fiasco. Now I had plenty of laundry to take care of the next morning, oh, well, I didn’t really have any plans for Thursday anyway!