Day 5 -
The yogurt is trapped forever. Unsure how we shall overcome this insurmountable challenge.
My fiance was super fucking salty when I brought this one home on Thursday and immediately "gave" it to my 12 year old to train and name. She wanted a fluffy dog, and she knows that if I gave this one away, that I am absolutely planning on getting another purebred German Shepherd in the spring. She feels like her opinion doesn't matter and she should get the dog she wanted instead.
Except - she's never owned a dog. Has no fucking clue what to do with them, how to train them, how to feed them aside from pour kibble in a bowl, how to turn them into productive and respectful members of a household. Doesn't understand that any dog bred for looks has definitely not been bred for intelligence. Doesn't understand there's a huge difference between a working breed with 80 IQ and a primitive breed like a Husky with 50 IQ. My sister has Huskies. They have no thoughts, only feelings. They are absolute murder machines and anything that gets in their mouths is dead in an instant.
I recalled this one off of her cat on day 4 off a leash, and i think she finally understands. Having a breed that wants to work for you, that wants to please you, is an infinitely better companion than some pile of fluff you gotta spend $200 at the groomer every month on.
I don't think anything will ever come close to the love a man feels for his first dog he got as an adult. I would trade every other dog on the planet forever for one more day with Zelda, but unfortunately, I don't get to have that. The thing is, we are kinda lucky - we get to have multiple dogs, they only get to have us once. This one sure fucking knows it too. She is so appreciative that every day she wakes up not in a shelter. I dunno what life she has before me - she's not chipped, so I don't know if she's a stray or not. She didn't understand a lot of commands, but she knew she wanted to. She wants to learn and she spends a good chunk of her day hugging everyone in this household.
It's not the same, never will be. But it sure helps to have something else to think about. It also puts into perspective just how much pain Zel was in every day when you see a happy, healthy dog a month and a half after you had the opposite.