Last month our beloved Jack passed away. He was sitting at my friend's feet begging for a corn chip when his little heart stopped. He shuddered and then fell to his side. By the time we got him to the vet's office, he was already gone. He was a patient pooch, putting up with the shenanigans of Josie who loved to grab him by the tail and yank him around the room. Neighborhood children learned to be respectful and only a few privledged did he allow to pick him up. Jack was the man of the house - all 10 lbs of him.
Josie went into severe mourning. Though she never liked me leaving the house, she now howled and cried when I did. Her newest nickname became Glue Dog as she was always by my side. The first week she'd run in the backyard looking for Jack, pawing at the garage door to see if he was in there. Once she accepted he wasn't returning, she moped around the house with little energy for anything.
Enter Tooney. After a month of moping, I couldn't take it anymore. Josie needed a 4 legged buddy. Every evening I combed through Petfinder.com looking for an adult female, preferably a schnauzer or papillon, that we could adopt. Two weeks ago I spotted Tooney and that was that. My daughter and I adopted her from the South Suburban Humane Society where she had been left as her previous parent was sick and could no longer care for her. Josie was all excited until Tooney chewed through every single one of her toys in under two hours. She became even less thrilled when Tooney stole her rawhide chews. But after two weeks, she's decided Tooney is pretty cool. We now are a house of papillons. Beware of small dogs!