For lack of time on my
part...and on behalf Melanie & Kirk, I will start at the most recent (2 months)
and work my way forward. Then, later, fill in the months prior to my move from
South Florida.
At the beginning of October, after a couple of days of playing with Glenn's pit
bull puppy, Slick was in the pet carrier, on the plane en route to Lambert-St.
Louis Airport. Upon arriving at Pastor Don's house, she was greeted by Mia, (a
Pug), the house dog. Unfortunately for Slick, Mia isn't very playful, or large
enough to engage in the activity that she has recently grown accustomed to with
Glenn's puppy. Most of the other residents of the small community have welcomed
her 'playful,' aggressive behavior as somewhat normal.
She has been "sentenced" to
the cage ("Thank you!", Melanie) for various reasons. Only on a couple of
occasions, when we first arrived here, did she do a "duty", where she shouldn't
have. After those couple of times, she has consistently, waited until I took her
out. There have been numerous (unauthorized) "chew victims", but most of them
have been personal items as opposed to other peoples. Nothing of any real value
has been destroyed as of yet.
One of the problems that I
first encountered with the plethora of people here, is their inclination to feed
Slick from the table. (Mia is spoiled in that respect.) Since I have asked them
not to, that predicament has ceased. Although, being 'slick', she will sniff
around and even try to sneak her nose up under the coffee table to hopefully
snatch something to eat. All in all, Slick is very mindful of me. She does most
everything that I tell her to do (sometimes even the first time I say it) and
knows where she belongs and where she doesn't. Her nose seems to have a mind of
it's own and eventually gets her into trouble. (That is another reason I believe
her to be part Dingo - the scavenger nature that she exhibits.)
When we first arrived, I slept
on one of the couches in the living room, until Don could figure out where would
be the best place to put us. We now reside in a room down in the basement (12' x
16') below the living room. There is an exit door to a carport area and another
door to the alley so that I can take Slick out in the morning, without having to
go up the stairs, and through the living room. (She loves to go up to everyone
and either rub her cold nose on their leg or lick their face!)
The temperature has changed
since we arrived (drastically compared to South Florida) with temperatures going
into the 'teens'. I have been told that "this is nothing!" Slick seems to be
adapting to the cold weather better than myself, although it is not as bad as I
had imagined. Today, Tuesday, 5 December 2005, was the first time I saw snow on
the ground (up close) in my whole life, when I took Slick out this morning. She
seems to have accommodated to this new environment, but she is fairly new to
everything as it is. Unlike myself who grew up in a more tropical climate....it
will take me a little bit longer to adjust.
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