There is great joy in one household in Dublin, Ohio and it all came about because our rescued pooch, CeeCee, has come into her own. After twenty-seven days of watching the little lady show fear and anguish it's obvious she is beginning to like her new home. Three times she's wanted to rough house in a playful manner. After the third time I yelled out, "Go-go-go and she ran in circles from the dining room to the kitchen to the living room. For this adopted dad it was pure joy. CeeCee has been deathly afraid of two things: other dogs of any stripe and some adult men. This past week she approached another puppy and sniffed 'you know where'. As we walked the bike path behind our condo an elderly man was walking in front of us and she approached him with tail wagging. There was not one iota of fear in her eyes or body.
The Queen was in Minnesota for a few weeks and upon her return after walking through the front door the once shy doggie sniffed her leg for a few moments then began jumping up and down with enthusiasm . It made my heart swell. CeeCee doesn't like to sit next to me on the couch---yet. It's not a problem with Her Majesty. As soon as she sits down our gal will jump up and snuggle next to her.
When I say to her "let's go for a ride" she sprints to the front door. She loves riding in the car. Show me a dog that doesn't like a car ride and I'll show you a cat in dog's clothes.
It's only been one month since she came into our home. I've spent a great deal of time reading about how long it takes for a rescue to acclimate to their new dwellings. It can take up to six months and sometimes longer. CeeCee, I believe, is well ahead of schedule.
It's been a wonderful week with our lil' lady.
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