Bill, Trudy was wired, that's for sure! <g>
Where I lived at the time, I was forever picking up strays and finding suitable homes for them. Trudy was just one of many. I swear, there was a canine version of the Michelin Guide out there which gave me a five-star rating. <g>
Trudy's was very pleased with her new home, except for the presence of Ralph, my Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier. In her mind, he didn't need to be there and should go. When Trudy would go into attack mode--which was often--Ralph, overfriendly chump that he was, took it all in stride, as if to say, "Look, here's my food, here's my toys, here's my Holly, take what you want, I'm so glad you came to live with us." Actually, that was Ralph's MO with ALL the strays that passed through our portals. Uppermost among Trudy's various behavior flaws, I was not comfortable leaving her alone with Ralph at those times I could not be present with them.
When Trudy would boomerang back to me from the various
homes where I tried to place her, Ralph was always happy to see her. Trudy? "He's STILL HERE??!!" - Holly |
