So we added a second dog at Thanksgiving when Trixie, a rescue of sorts, arrived with Rachel’s mom Kathi. We’ve been assured by our vet and the paperwork that she is pure-bred Springer Spaniel, but we’ve noticed some suspicious beagle mannerisms. Regardless, she has been a good-tempered, fun addition to the house.
Trixie’s eHarmony profile is pretty standard: She likes long walks at the park, her face hanging out the car window, chewing shoes and belly rubs. She also jumps on the company, eats everything, and her favorite place in the house is about four inches behind you. She’ll fetch all afternoon, took to water right away and comes when called about 75 percent of the time. (She comes to the sound of the ice maker 100 percent of the time).
Some quirks: We found out by accident that she’s afraid of waste baskets and oven mitts, so you know how the kids spend their down time. She does a high-pitched howl when she hears a siren, and a louder howl as a form of greeting — for company, when you come down stairs in the morning, or if you come in from outside. She’s like our personal Michael Buffer.
She ditched her crate in record time and Viv has already called dibs on letting her sleep in her bed. We told Viv that setup will wait until the school year ends, but the lobbying has begun, so bet the under.
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