Hello, all. Poor Dakota. When I did the first two ear cleanings, he didn't know what was coming. Now as soon as I get the cleaner he looks at me and we start our little game of run around the table. He's really scratching it a lot lately. I'm hoping that it's itching because it's healing. He's enjoying the extras that I'm hiding his pills in though. So is Patience. I can't give one dog table food and not the other.
When I first found Patience, I took her right to the humane society. I told them to call me as a last resort. I checked in on her every weekend. The one weekend I was there, they said, did you get your call. I said, No. Good thing I was there. They were going to put her down the next day. Either they never called or someone didn't tell me. My daughter and I were the only ones that wanted her. My husband said we had no room. My mother (who comes to my house to baby-sit my daughter) said she would refuse to come if I got another big dog. I didn't let that stop me though. They have since grown to love her once they saw how awesome she was. Anyway, back to how she got her name. When I was putting her in the car, some guy pulled in beside me and just looked at her in horror. I smiled and said, I have a lot of work ahead of me, huh? He just smiled. So I joked and said maybe I'll call her work. When I brought her home, took her in the house and saw how she acted I said to myself, I'm going to need a lot of patience with this one. So Patience stuck with her. I feel that we are the lucky ones to have found her. She is not the brightest crayon in the box but what she's lacking in brains she makes up for in love.