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Bonnie Raitt
Bonnie's Story
Dave had to go out of town, so I took Bonnie to her first adoption day. All of the families and individuals with approved adoption applications came by and oohed and aahed at her. Bonnie gazed up adoringly at them and proved to be gentle with everyone, even the toddler who stuck his thumb in her eye. Everyone commented on how sweet and affectionate she was, but they all adopted a Lab who was bigger or younger or had a tail. I was discouraged, but I liked having her around the house. She was well-behaved inside and was getting along with Sam. She didn't bark until we'd had her at our house for a week. She didn't climb stairs, but she seemed content to sleep in the living room. She was one of the easiest guest dogs we'd ever had. The next adoption day was two weeks away, but nobody asked to see her during that time. I was in Florida visiting my parents, so Dave took her to the next event. He had the same experience that I'd had two weeks earlier. The one woman who was seriously interested in adopting Bonnie changed her mind when she found out that Bonnie didn't go up and down stairs. Dave brought Bonnie home and called me in Florida.
Bonnie had liked Sam immediately and wanted to play. Sam was Mr. Clueless when it came to doggie body language and play, so he hid behind me when Bonnie stamped her feet and started chasing him around. She dropped into play position, and Sam stood there looking confused. Sam only played with people. Bonnie played by herself or with other dogs. Eventually, we'd all run around the living room and dining room. Sam thought he was playing with us; Bonnie thought she was playing with Sam. It all worked out. After months of persistence, Bonnie finally got Sam to run around without us. Almost two years after we adopted him, Sam actually played with a tug toy with our foster dog Bridget. A couple of weeks after we adopted her, Bonnie was sitting in the living room with Sam and me. Dave came home from the gym and went upstairs. Sam ran after him. Bonnie ran after Sam. She showed no hesitation on the stairs and went up and down them several more times within the next few minutes. We don't know if she suddenly learned how to navigate stairs or simply realized that she was allowed to. She's run up and down them ever since. (Here's an article about dogs and stairs that features Bonnie.) Climbing stairs was not the first skill Bonnie was slow to reveal at our house. We were beginning to wonder if she could bark, but she finally did a week after her arrival. Her bark is a "ROO! ROO! ROO!" so one of her nicknames is Roo. Or Roodle. Or Roodlebutt. Or Bonnaroo. She's a quiet girl and leaves most of the barking to Sam, but she goes completely nuts if she sees a cat in her yard. When she sees a cat or another dog when we're out on our walks, the first thing she does is tell Sam about it. She turns and shouts, "ROO! ROO! ROO!" in his ear. Bonnie's other nicknames are related to her tail, or lack thereof. One name is StumpyButt. Because she wiggles all over when she wags her tail, she's also called Miss WiggleButt. Bonnie's name, by the way, is in honor of Bonnie Raitt and Hound Dog Taylor. Hound Dog Taylor was a blues singer and guitarist who, like the canine Bonnie, had extra digits. When we adopted Bonnie, her teeth were in terrible shape, stained and loaded with tartar. We were also concerned about the loose rear dewclaws, which could easily have gotten caught on something and caused injury. We took her to the vet and had her teeth cleaned and the rear dewclaws removed. The dewclaw removal was done using laser surgery, and Bonnie healed quickly. To keep her teeth pristine, we started brushing her teeth regularly. She loves the poultry-flavored toothpaste so much that she gets almost as excited about dental care as she does about treats. Bonnie was a little overweight when she came to us, but she loves walks as much as Sam does, so we walk many times a day. Bonnie slimmed down nicely as you can see from her photo above. (We have to watch her with the food, though. If left to her own devices, she'd eat her food and Sam's.) Bonnie and Sam take their first walk between five and six in the morning on weekdays, when Dave gets up. On weekends, I'm responsible for the first walk. The first generation of Pasternak dogs were quite content to sleep as long as we wanted to sleep in the morning, but not Bonnie and Sam. These two are early risers, and it's rare that I can sleep past seven on weekends. It's good for me though. We take a one-mile morning walk before I feed them breakfast. While they eat, I usually get some laundry done. Then I have time to do housework or volunteer work until Dave gets up. Bonnie has been part of our family since December 23, 2000. She's a sweet, smart girl, and we're glad all of those people at adoption days wanted younger dogs with tails!
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Dave and I were asked to foster Bonnie, a six or seven-year-old female black Lab, in December 2000. We went to pick her up at Gunston Animal Hospital and waited by the desk for her arrival. When she trotted out, we were somewhat taken aback. Funny, she didn't look like a Lab! Bonnie was small, only about 58 pounds. She had a water-resistant black topcoat and webbed toes, but that was about the extent of her physical Labness. Her ears were too big and floppy. She had no undercoat. Her head shape was wrong, as was her body build. She also had loose rear dewclaws with double claws. And then was her tail. Her tail was about an inch and a half long, and the vet said Bonnie was born with it that way. While she didn't look like a Lab, Bonnie was cute in her own peculiar way. She gazed up at us with soulful brown eyes, and when we gave her attention, she wagged her stumpy tail, wiggling the entire rear half of her body. She was very friendly and eager to please, characteristic of the Lab temperament. As sweet as she was, we thought she'd have no problem finding a new home in spite of her mixed heritage.
