Hello, it’s Elizabeth. I wanted to share a few things with you.
First, Maggie is going to be celebrating her 5th birthday on January 28. I can’t believe we’ve had her for as long as we have, and how well she’s settled in.
Back in the early days, she was such a handful, I didn’t know if we could keep her.
Here she is, enticing Jamie for a game of keep-away:
Just the fact that she still has that toy from Christmas is a wonder! It’s in great shape, too!
But it’s this photo that really got me thinking.
You see, I was lying on the floor with Maggie, face to face, when I took that picture.
I went so far as to take the chew bone from her and pretended to chew it myself.
Maggie’s response was to gently, gently, use her teeth to – gingerly – take the toy away from me.
I remember, not so long ago, when she was so very territorial about her toys that she would snap at the hand that tried to play. She’s come such a long way, and I love her so much.
Which is why I thought long and hard about getting Maggie a playmate.
There was a 5 year-old Staffie at the shelter, a male, that I thought she might get along with. He was a handsome fellow, already neutered, and housebroken, to boot.
But in the end, after careful pondering, I have decided against it. It was a very difficult decision to make. Besides the fact that Jim is severely opposed to bringing in another animal, the expense and the work, I just couldn’t risk a fight between the dogs. That was the deciding factor.
I remember when I had the Greyhounds, how the Alpha male and female fought nearly to the death. I couldn’t break them up and they were going at it hammer and tong in the back yard. One second they were running in their “figure 8” and the next second, they were both up in the air. It was terrifying to see and hear. In the end, my female lay on the ground with these slits all over her body from where the male had slashed her with his teeth. She had to get stitches all over, and I still remember the hysterical call to Dr. Craig to make room at the hospital.
Granted, after that fight, they were bonded. But the fact that one almost died…I just don’t think I could take the chance. It hurts too much, remembering.
So Maggie is going to stay an only child. I feel a little emptiness knowing that. On the other hand, I know I’ll be able to take care of her, so that’s a comfort. I worry that she gets lonely and bored, but she’s safe, and she knows she is loved.
I’ll just have to be satisfied with that.