One day when we took Mr. Darcy to the vet, there was a posting on their bulletin board for 2 bull terrier puppies for sale. We called them and a month later, we went to see them. On the same day, Bridget came home with us.
She was the runt of the litter and was tiny as a chihuahua when we got her.She was the only female too and was used to being bullied by the bigger boys. She also liked to squeeze into tight spaces when threatened. She kept running away from Mr. Darcy at the beginning but after several minutes, they started getting along.
The family into which she was born did not know exactly when that was nor did they take her to the vet for shots. She was so skinny when we got her that her pelvic bones were sticking out!So we went directly to the vet (the same one where we saw the posting of her availability) and one of the vet assistants commented, "Thank God you rescued her!".It has not been an easy transition from one dog to two. House breaking, walking on a leash, and the dynamics between the two canines have been painfully difficult. My husband, who wanted the new puppy, has run out of patience and given up on Bridget several times. But after some analysis, I was able to convince him that we have also been remiss as dog parents.
It's been a week and we have successfully brought harmony back home. Now it's just a matter of consistency. I am confident we will succeed. We have done so with Mr. Darcy before. I know it won't be easy but I know that the rewards are great! Woof!
