If you remember correctly, Gladys was one of the first dogs that I met at the shelter. While I walked crazy helicopter dog, Brooke walked this sweet beagle. We marveled at how calm she was and how happy her tail wagged and Brooke (maybe unfortunately) dubbed her Gladys. It stuck.
So, since then I’ve been walking dogs and I would always marveled at how calm Glad was. While all the other dogs barked to high heaven and catapulted through the air, she would just stretch off her little bed and come smiling to the gate. I hadn’t been there long enough to know when, if, how long dogs could stay there and I was quite troubled by the thought of no one adopting her. And if she died and I hadn’t done anything about it…It would be terrible. Because she seemed like such an easy dog.
As you all know, I adore border collies. Tessa is my true love. Wesley wants a border collie. But for some reason, I could never get in the spirit of looking for one. And I think it’s because I see Tessa and Cody running the back 40 at 100 miles per hour every morning and just didn’t think we could give that much happiness to a border collie. So while some day, we will have a border collie, Gladys is a pretty darn good fit into the family.
I have great plans for Gladys. For a few years I’ve noodled on the idea on getting a dog to train it to be a therapy dog. And I’ve just noodled. And then the topic kept coming up last month and I was like, why have I not done this yet? This thought kept intertwining with the ‘what if something happens to Gladys?’ thought.
Then Wesley gave me this newspaper.
So cute. The article spelled everything out, you need to have the dog for at least 3 months, has to be at least a year old and go though basic obedience. Then it gives contact information for a therapy program.
So we got Glad on Wednesday night and on Thursday, we began practicing. My good friend Jana came over and we whipped up a few goodies, then drove around to visit a few old friends. Glad came along and did quite well submitting to a few, and coming back for head rubs from a few more.
I’m quite pleased with her temperament, hope it stays this good. Not quite as pleased with the obedience idea. She’s not a big fan of the whole ‘come’ concept. So this weekend we’ll hopefully find a school to attend.
Until then, I’ll remain quite fond of her afternoon naps.