LOOKIT OUR NEW BABEH GIRL.
WHO IS A VERY VERY GOOD GIRL.
This is Poppi! (That's her rescue name that may or may not stick; we've yet to come to a consensus on any other one suggestion.) She's a teeny tiny little five-month-old puppy baby who already has 20 pounds on Beau. She's going to be a bit...uh, bigger than the hamsters and ferrets we like to pass off as dogs around here.
We knew She Was It probably 30 seconds after meeting her. We've introduced Beau to a LOT of adoptable dogs over the past month -- we never met one who was his instant BFF like this girl. They were off leash together in our backyard after 10 minutes or so and were clearly perfect playmates for each other.
She's a pittie mix...our guess is either Dalmatian or Labrador, but who knows, who really cares. She is sweet as a pie that you take one bite of and then say, "this pie is way too damn sweet, like dial it back on the sweet, PIE."
She's been in foster care since she was around eight weeks old (was a shelter puppy before that). She lived with multiple cats and dogs (including one with a spinal injury and a wheelchair, so she's truly a gentle little/big thing), plus three children under the age of five, because her foster mom was a goddamn saint and/or even crazier than us. She's a bit pudgy thanks to those food-dropping toddlers, but something tells me she won't have too much trouble slimming down around here, even with a daily feast of Floor Cheerios.
Beau couldn't ask for a better buddy. She has that endless puppy energy but is super submissive (aka Will Tolerate Head Humping) and laid back. They wrestled and tussled and ran around for hours and hours and HOURS, until they were both clearly exhausted and ready to drop but still refused to stop with the wrestling and tussling. I enforced very early bedtimes for everyone last night.
(She's DYING to play with the cats but so far is okay with them keeping their distance. Unless Beau chases one of them like an asshole. Then she'll follow his lead because we haven't had the talk about peer pressure with her yet.)
There was a point yesterday when she realized her foster people were gone and maybe not coming back. That was a sad little point. She didn't really want to be around anybody, all of a sudden.
(Or maybe she just liked the way the air conditioning floor vent felt on her butt?)
That part is hard, little girl. We get it.
But she's really settling in well. I'd really prepped for a much tougher/more gradual transition this time around, but she's just so super chill and happy to go with whatever flow we have going. Everybody loves her already (duh). The boys can't get over how cuddly and affectionate she is with them already, and find that classic I Have No Idea How Big I Am But Am Certain I Fit On Even The Smallest Of Laps thing to be endlessly hilarious.
Beau was a bit of a grumpy old man this morning when he realized she was still here...he's having sharing issues with his toys and chews (which we did anticipate -- his favorite chews still trigger a bit of defensiveness and he tends to hoard them) and he is understandably a bit jealous of all the attention she's getting. We're trying to compensate and spoil him a bit, but he was clearly irritated by her continued presence when he first woke up. She kept begging to play and he kept ignoring her...for all of maybe an hour and a half.
Then they were back to running around out back and having a grand old time.
I'm so happy she found us. Welcome home, baby girl!