So we tried a couple of dogs on for size. We went to look at Jake, thought he might be too shy for our busy household, wanted to try Chloe instead, ended up with them both, and tried them out for about a week. Some of these rescue places have decent return policies and we were careful to keep the receipt.
A week later the shy dog is not the least bit shy and the goofy, busy ball-obsessed dog is back with the foster family. She’s a whippet mix and whippets have a high prey drive. Cats might be considered prey… and we have three cats.
Hermione the bomb-proof cat got over it pretty quickly but Heals and Mrs. Norris just couldn’t deal with Chloe lunging at them anytime they poked their heads into the house. She would scramble after them barking madly and they would race across the yard like they were on fire. Nothing we did stopped her most of the time.
So today we returned Chloe to her foster family. They have decided to keep her now, as she is not only not cat friendly but also has allergies. We could have handled the allergies but not the cat-chasing. We had also decided that three dogs was kind of a lot of energy at ankle-level for us.
Jake, though, is a hoot. He’s small, energetic, a little yappy, but cheerful and reasonably well-behaved. He and Otto get along well and the kids like him. He doesn’t like strangers and takes a while to warm up to new people but that just means visitors shouldn’t expect to pet him, and if there are kids around who can’t resist him we can put him behind a closed bedroom door for the duration.
This isn’t the best picture but you get the idea. Ignore the laundry on the back of the couch and the fact that he’s looking super pitiful here. He’s completely fine!