katdobemom
11-20-2008, 08:58 AM
RGS
Just a few years ago in November 2000, I applied to adopt from DAR&E after losing my blue girl to lymphoma. I wasn’t expecting to adopt immediately, but did the home visit anyway and waited to see if I was approved. Yep, we made it! Now the search for the perfect girl.
A few days later I learned of a little 7 month old red girl that had been dumped at Baltimore shelter. They had called DAR&E and she was picked up immediately.
Her heinous crime? Destroying a bathroom she had been continuously locked in except for potty breaks.
Athy, her foster contacted me and we had hoped for a match.
The moment I received Kayla’s picture, I knew life was about to change in the form of a tiny 50lb package with big light brown eyes and dressed in a shiny red fur coat.
Shortly after adopting Kayla it became apparent that there was something a little different about her. Sure, no two dogs are alike but just a little different.
Ok, make that a lot different.
Kayla had settled in and set out to do mass destruction in my home.
I had raised 2 male pups from 8 weeks old and an 8 week old blue female from 8 weeks old but hers was not just typical puppy behavior.
She walked in like she owned the place and we should be honored just to be in her presence. Even her walk had a prance to it. The princess had arrived.
I had never owned a red girl before, nor had I heard the rumors of their reputation.
We had fostered a handful of males over the years and she trained them all that she was the queen.
I didn’t know what it was but after learning a little more I discovered the name of it. Red Girl Syndrome.
That wonderful ability to wrap everyone and everything around her little paws.
Kayla is now 8 ½ years old and this syndrome has taken on a life of its own over the years. Her mind never stops working, or rather calculating her next move.
Another feather pillow explosion? her ability to bring me dead rabbits in the house? or her stare downs with another dog to basically let them know she is superior in every way?
Is it Dallas coming to me telling me she has taken another bone right from his mouth?
So everyone out there with a red girl knows exactly what I am talking about.
We know there will never be a dull moment, life will never be easy, nor will it ever be the same again. We must just accept it.
We know when we see another walking a red girl, we just nod, smile a little smile to ourselves and move on. We know we can commiserate with our fellow red girl owners, laugh, cry, and just sit in wonder what will happen next. But we all know we shall also never be without a red girl.
Just a few years ago in November 2000, I applied to adopt from DAR&E after losing my blue girl to lymphoma. I wasn’t expecting to adopt immediately, but did the home visit anyway and waited to see if I was approved. Yep, we made it! Now the search for the perfect girl.
A few days later I learned of a little 7 month old red girl that had been dumped at Baltimore shelter. They had called DAR&E and she was picked up immediately.
Her heinous crime? Destroying a bathroom she had been continuously locked in except for potty breaks.
Athy, her foster contacted me and we had hoped for a match.
The moment I received Kayla’s picture, I knew life was about to change in the form of a tiny 50lb package with big light brown eyes and dressed in a shiny red fur coat.
Shortly after adopting Kayla it became apparent that there was something a little different about her. Sure, no two dogs are alike but just a little different.
Ok, make that a lot different.
Kayla had settled in and set out to do mass destruction in my home.
I had raised 2 male pups from 8 weeks old and an 8 week old blue female from 8 weeks old but hers was not just typical puppy behavior.
She walked in like she owned the place and we should be honored just to be in her presence. Even her walk had a prance to it. The princess had arrived.
I had never owned a red girl before, nor had I heard the rumors of their reputation.
We had fostered a handful of males over the years and she trained them all that she was the queen.
I didn’t know what it was but after learning a little more I discovered the name of it. Red Girl Syndrome.
That wonderful ability to wrap everyone and everything around her little paws.
Kayla is now 8 ½ years old and this syndrome has taken on a life of its own over the years. Her mind never stops working, or rather calculating her next move.
Another feather pillow explosion? her ability to bring me dead rabbits in the house? or her stare downs with another dog to basically let them know she is superior in every way?
Is it Dallas coming to me telling me she has taken another bone right from his mouth?
So everyone out there with a red girl knows exactly what I am talking about.
We know there will never be a dull moment, life will never be easy, nor will it ever be the same again. We must just accept it.
We know when we see another walking a red girl, we just nod, smile a little smile to ourselves and move on. We know we can commiserate with our fellow red girl owners, laugh, cry, and just sit in wonder what will happen next. But we all know we shall also never be without a red girl.