I have a number of formerly stray dogs as anyone who has surfed over my blog knows. I swear my house is more like a kennel than someone’s home. I wouldn’t have it any other way! Gayle and I have 7 dogs. Sometimes, we’ve acquired them by just finding them on the street running loose. Sometimes, we got a call from people who knew I was a sucker! I’ve been called by neighbors, the local school district, the Lacy Lakeview police, and, of course, my vet. The vet called again the day after Christmas 2017, December 26th. Actually, his vet tech called Gayle about a 7-year-old, deaf, female French Bulldog. Meet Blossom, everyone!
Why was the vet trying to broker another home for Blossom? It seems her previous owner got a pair of Blue Healers and Blossom didn’t get along with them for whatever reason. Instead of finding a new home for the new dogs, she decided to re-home Blossom, poor thing. Blossom was pretty depressed when she first got here. It has to be hard to suddenly be ripped out of your home and thrown into another one. It took her a while to get over it, although I tried to give her lots and lots of attention. Even now I’m discovering new things about her as she steadily comes out of her funk and reveals new twists in her little personality. For instance, she LOVES cats. I have four. Anytime she spots one she races toward them, bouncing like a ping pong ball, and then plants herself squarely in front of them in the play position with her head down and her rear end up. Poor thing. She’s so hopeful then, but the cats don’t want any part of it. They just beat a hasty retreat.
I had to beat a hasty retreat myself when she first got here. It was my fault. She had only been here a day or so and was sleeping on the back of the couch atop a comfy cushion. Mr. Genius here decided to lean down and give her a little kiss on the cheek. It turns out that one should not startle a deaf dog who doesn’t know one well. The result of that encounter is in the photo below!
Although it looks painful, it surprised me more than it hurt. I bet I jumped 20 feet! Poor Blossom. She didn’t know who that guy was waking her up with a kiss. We’ve both gotten over that incident, however, and she lets me plant one on her cheek whenever I want now! Life is good.
Welcome home, Blossom.