This is Lady Bird, a purebred tri-color beagle. We took her in from the SPCA a week ago Sunday, and she’ll be living with us for a while, hopefully until she finds a home. She’s a sweet old girl. Though there’s no telling how old she really is, her front teeth are worn down to nubs and it takes her a few minutes of stretching to get steady on her legs. It’s fair to say that she’s in her retirement years.
The SPCA is a place for young pups — she’s at a point in life where she deserves a wood stove to lay by and some feet to curl up next to. In fact, that’s just what she likes to do. On her second day with us she’d already decided that my slippers were just the thing to rest her head on. On sunny days she likes to lay out on the porch and softly, hoarsely bay at anything that catches her eye, arching her neck back and pulling her head to the right, eyes closed and noise pointed at the sky. When something closer gets her attention she’ll freeze in place, gesture at the thing with her noise, and raise one paw, expectantly.
I’d never understood the desire to adopt older dogs — why not get a puppy? I get it now, though. No house training, no teaching tricks, no obedience lessons. Just a faithful friend who wants nothing more from you than belly rubs, the occasional treat, and a warm home to live out her golden years.
Interested in Lady Bird? Let me know.