About 10 days before Christmas we adopted a new dog to replace (how can you replace?) Marvin. He turned out to be a dog that could not live with us because of his penchant for eating cats. My poor kitty, Trapper, was very fortunate to escape with his life. He only lost a few tufts of fur - due to fright more than anything else. That dog went back to the SPCA the day after Christmas, 5 hours before my 30th birthday.
In January, after having a little time to recover from our bad adopting experience, we adopted another dog. Both my husband and I had sworn up and down there were two things we did not want- a pit bull or a puppy. You can see from the pictures below, we lost that fight. After having the wonderful staff at the Philly SPCA on Erie Ave. parade several dogs in and out of their meet and greet room with no one getting along with our poor old dog, Chops, the behaviorist suggested Barney (formerly known as Barnaby). What a sweetie. They had to carry him in because he was afraid to walk on a leash, but he was the sweetest dog we met. When our old gal Chops growled at his puppy-like advances, he ran away from her (only to return about 5 seconds later), but he always backed off when asked. Perfect! He was even afraid of the cats!
Top: Barney head, Middle: Barney and Chops chewing their toys together on her bed, Bottom: Cuddly little Barney
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