Sloan has bounced back very quickly from her ordeal, and turned into the eager, cheerful, fun-loving puppy that she should be at her age. As you can see, in spite of having been pushed out into the snow, she is nevertheless happy and eager to play in the snow in our backyard.
I took her to the vet for a checkup and her first round of puppy immunizations this morning. The vet found her to be healthy, clean and well cared-for, and just generally a fine specimine of her presumed breed(s). The vet said that what she most resembles is a Brussels Griffon Terrier (smooth-haired variety, not the bushy one...although she does still resemble an Ewok around the face). She also said that she might as easily be a pug/terrier mix.
Sloan likes to climb.
She also likes to sleep in my pajama basket.
I (we, I guess) are still very conflicted as to whether to keep her or to give her to one of the many people who have professed to be eager to take her off our hands (yes, we have a winner...we just haven't decided whether we can stand to give her up!)
Her affection, eagerness and willingness to learn make it difficult for me to think of giving her up. She is clearly beholden to me for rescuing her (it was rather a long and dramatic rescue, so she had plenty of time to contemplate her fortune), and her devotion and intense affection are very gratifying. Still, like I said, she is not at all what we had envisioned as our next dog. We are athletic people...outdoor people. We are big-dog people. We're a bit rough around the edges. That, and I personally already have a dog who adores and dotes on me. When it comes to dogs, I am fulfilled. It's M. who lost his beloved Akita mix this past year, and I hate to saddle him with a 7-pound critter with a snub nose and marmoset whiskers who would probably wear a sweater and sleep on a cushion if you let it.
But then again...
...I just don't know!
Every time she skip-hops and then does a commando roll, every time she cocks her head to one side and then the other when I speak to her, every time she sighs and tucks her nose up under my chin, my resolve falters.
And I can not believe she is nearly 100% housetrained and eager to please at such an early age.
Here she is standing on my keyboard and sniffing my Pinot Grigio. Yes, she did climb up there on her own. Like I said, she's quite the mountaineer.