One of us lacked trust and the other patience.  We met in mid-November, when after being “dog deficient” for three months I couldn’t take it any longer.  Never mind the outpouring that I was too busy and always on the go and didn’t need a dog.  I fought back, stating I had a dog since the day I was born.  My thoughts were I’d adopt a dog…save a life.  OK, I was selfish and wanted a dog already house broken and knew how to use the lawn for a toilet and not the carpet.

    I fell in love with Mr. Snow, a Great Pyrenees, from the moment I saw his face.  Saw him, had to meet him, and then had to have him.  A quick background on Mr. Snow finds he must have a hidden past.  He was found wandering in Tennessee last July and went from shelter to shelter and became a ward of Big Fluffy Dog Rescue.  From there, he took the long trip to Bloomsburg to his foster home.  Tennessee to Pennsylvania should have been my first clue.

    Upon his arrival to his new permanent home, Mr. Snow leaped out of his personal vehicle and onto the porch.  He politely sat down and refused to move.  Nothing would get him to move.  He just stared at me with those big brown eyes.  So, with doors open, I raised his butt and assisted him into the house, where he stood, turned his head, stared at me and then relieved himself.  Clue number two.

    I quickly found he hated quick movements near him, sirens and garbage trucks.  While I was told to crate him, I found he could open his crate with his paw.  Seriously?  His first walk in his new “hood” was his best walk.  After that, it was dragging me where he wanted to go, and I don’t like chasing cars.

    Mr. Snow taught me not to leave a kitchen cupboard door open or a bag of flour will appear on the floor all chewed up, not good when you come home from a night out.  He taught me that a 65-inch plasma TV really does explode when an object hits it.  Love my new wall mount.

   Mr. Snow initially was not one to show affection.  He just stared at me.  Any sudden movement found him defensive.  People told me to get rid of him and to give him back.  I’m not a quitter; I learned to react in Snow time.  Snow, in the meantime, became calmer.  We learned to work together.

    Nine months later, we have adjusted to one another.  Who says an old gal can’t learn patience?  Who says a giant dog can’t learn trust?  Together, we can do anything.  Thank you doggie Prozac!

 

                   (Written by Kathy Lynn, the director of the Columbia/Montour Aging Office Inc.)