In case you didn’t know, the “Gotcha Day” is the day a dog gets to go live in her forever home. It was June 14, 2015 when I got to come live with Gigi, Mama and Daddy Harve. June 14, 2016 will be the first anniversary of my “Gotcha Day”. This is a very special day in a dog’s life. (Gigi’s Gotcha Day is February 7, 2 008.)
Gigi, Mama and Daddy Harve came to meet me at Miss Jackie’s house to see if they thought I would be a good sister to Gigi. (Her sister, Mayflower, had died in February.) We all got acquainted and it was decided that I would be a “good fit”with Gigi and I should live in their house. A week later, Mama and Daddy Harve came back to Miss Jackie’s to pick me up and bring me to McKinney – which is where we all live now. Miss Jackie couldn’t bring me to them because she hurt her foot and couldn’t drive.
It was a little scary at first. They didn’t bring Gigi with them, and I wasn’t sure what to think about that. It was just me in the backseat of the car going on the long ride to McKinney.
When I got there, there was no Vinny to play with and tease and no Toolip to snuggle with. Gigi was okay, but she was a little skeptical about having me come live with them. And she was older. It was up to her to teach me where everything was, and to keep me out of trouble. There was so much for me to learn.
Mama gave me a hug and told me it would get better. It would just take time for everyone. After all, Gigi had lived here for 8 years, and Mayflower had lived here for 4 years before she got sick and had to go across the Rainbow Bridge. I wasn’t going to learn everything in just one day, or even a week. And she was right. A year later and I love to do roaches on the slumber balls and I know how to tell when I have to go outside. No more accidents in the house. And I just love Busy Bones! When Mama and Daddy Harve are gone, we chase each other through the house and throw the hedgehogs. Of course, when we hear the garage door go up, we become excited little angels to welcome them home.
I love my new forever home and my sister Gigi. I’m finally getting more comfortable with the new digs. Even though I’m bigger than Gigi, she is older and so I let her do all the talking. I have gotten it down pat on how to ask to go outside, I think. But sometimes I have to go get Gigi to bark to tell Mama to open one of the patio doors for me. Usually Mama sees me staring at her, or I come up and nudge her hand to pet me when I really need to go outside. She sees the urgency in my eyes, and up she gets to let me outside.
We’ve got the bed issues figured out, most of the time. If it is raining, Gigi heads for the closet in Mama’s bedroom. Then I get to sleep on whichever slumber ball I want to. Sometimes in the night I switch beds, just because I can. Other times, when we are hot, we stretch out on the floor under the fan. Gigi likes to lie next to Mama’s side of the bed while I stretch out at the foot of the bed. We also have beds in the living room so that we can watch television at night with Mama and Daddy Harve and we have blankets in the office that we can lie on when they are working on their computers.
Gigi has us on a strict schedule – an early morning walk after Daddy Harve has his breakfast, nap time is after lunch, dinner is sometime around 4:30 and bed time is when Mama and Daddy Harve head to the bedroom. Treats are at various times during the day – whenever Gigi can convince Mama that we are “starving and need a treat”. Since the backyard is fenced, we can go outside and just wander around trying to catch bugs, seeing if we can find a stray bunny, or watching birds and squirrels. When it gets hot, we just go to the door and someone will let us back in.
I also gained cousins. Kelly, Mama’s daughter, who is married to Bill has a set of twin daughters, Katie and Megan, who come to visit us some times. She also has a son named Todd who is married to Deb and lives in South Carolina. He has a son named Clark and daughter named Lauren. I’ve not met them yet because they live so far away.
Then we recently gained another cousin, a retired racing greyhound just like us who is named Drew. He lives with Daddy Harve’s nephew Jim in Florida. We’ve met Jim, but not Drew. In fact it is because of us that Jim has Drew. So I have family all over the place.
When Mama and Daddy Harve go on vacations, they take us to see Dr. T at Highlands-Eldorado Dog Hospital. They board dogs as well as treat them and have known Gigi since she first came to live with Mama. We each get our our own little room where we can see each other. The techs take us outside to the play yard. We run and chase each other playing tag sometimes. Everyone there is very nice. But it is really nice when the front desk calls the kennels and asks them to “bring Gigi and Jiffy up front so they can go home”. There is Mama and Daddy Harve waiting for us. They thank everyone for taking such good care of us and we get in the car – all of us are ready to go home to our own beds.
It’s been a good year. I think I’ll stay. (This is Katie when she was home from OSU one weekend.)