Trying to Find Happiness: Lexi

Lexi is my child, can only be my child because of the following: 

1.  Loves coffee.  If I leave it down to where she can reach it, she will drink my entire mug dry.  

2.  Does not like beer.  Her grandpa offered her some and she refused it.  

3.  Loves Merlot.  Will also drink an entire glass if it’s left in a place where she can reach it.  

I’m sure there are others, but this is fairly concrete evidence.  Lexi is my (dog) child.  

Lexi’s Friend Update

I felt like a horrible human last night, because I realized something very important.  I want Lexi to have a friend, not a sister or a brother.  

In my field of work, I have busy seasons and not so busy seasons.  During my busy season, I’m lucky if I can take care of myself, much less Lexi, and taking care of two dogs on my own would be a lot of work.  

I did hear back from my neighbour, and she is out of town but had her son (who lives at home) come by and pick up “Lacey”.  Honestly, I think she would be perfect for them.  We’re supposed to talk about the situation at some point this weekend.  My neighbour feels pretty much like I do, and that Lacey has been abused.  Pretty severely.  I can tell because it took a long time to gain her trust, and when my Dad came in last night, she made a very high pitch whine noise and it took him a long time to gain her trust, too.  (All dogs love us, so this is rare and is a sure sign of abuse.)  

So, Lacey is going to need a very special home, one that already has a dog in it would be ideal, so that she can play with him or her(they have a HUGE shaggy black lab named Mac, who thinks he’s a toy breed in size), and I say that, because Lacey loves other dogs.  She loves to play.  She’s more open to other dogs than to humans at this point, judging by how hard it was to capture her running around the park yesterday.  

It took Lexi over a year to really get over her traumas, and I think she still has nightmares.  I feel horrible because Lexi might do well with a sister or brother, but last night, I knew in my heart that I could never love Lacey like I love Lexi.  Lexi is my child.  There’s a bond there, I can’t quite explain.  She’s just mine and I’m just hers and we’re comfortable.   Even last night, she curled up on me, blocking Lacey.  The point was clear: “you can visit, Lacey, but this is my mommy”.  

When I kept referring to the possibility of Lacey, I should have known - I always referred to her as a friend, not Lexi’s potential sister.  I still want Lacey to be able to come over and have playdates with Lexi if my neighbours keep her, but I just don’t have it in me to keep them both. 

Side note: When my neighbour’s son came by to pick up Lacey (they haven’t named her yet, I plan on recommending that name), she was ecstatic at his presence, she was happier than I’ve seen her.  That’s why I think they should keep her.   I think she’s already bonded to them, and something about her told me that she’d never be mine, anyway.  

She’s darling, though.  A darling, darling dog.   She and Lexi could be besties, but never sisters.  I think Lexi and I are agreed on that.  

Lexi’s Friend

So, I was walking by the front door, when, through the window right beside the door, I saw a dog walking down the street (!) which is very dangerous, because people that drive down my street often think the speed limit is optional.  

I tried to coax her in with a treat.  She was very untrusting of “humans” except for older women, as I discovered when she readily came to a woman by one of the huge gray mailboxes along the row of houses across the street from mine, but almost no other humans.  The woman I met up with confirmed that my neighbour has been taking care of the dog, at least to her knowledge, and we tried to tie the dog up on her leash (by this time, Lexi was with me) and then, take her to Nancy’s (my next door neighbour).  Only, the leash and the collar got pulled off, and so, I spent the next hour and a half, easily, trying to gain the dog’s trust to get her, at the very least, to get her collar on.  I finally “trapped” her inside, and am waiting for my neighbour.  

For identification purposes, can someone tell me what kind of breed this dog is: 

She looks almost like an American Hairless Terrier, because she’s not a Chihuahua.  

She’s incredibly sweet and LOVES other dogs, but not so much people. So, if you are in the Houston area and know someone looking for a dog, I may have an available option for a loving individual/family.  (Or, if you know of a rescue I can take her to, especially if you can tell me what breed she is and if there’s a breed specific rescue group in the area… (not a shelter))

I’d love to keep her, but two dogs is not easy for one person.  

…Also, still waiting to hear back from my (uber-responsible) neighbour.