Sighthound, Scent Hound

 When we first adopted Samantha, we talked it out, got on the same page, and decided what kind of dog owners we were going to be.  We weren't going to be the type who referred to their dog like it was their child, and she wouldn't be allowed on any of the furniture because of my allergies.  It was a long drive back from the shelter, and I remember looking in the back seat at that little ribby dog and wondering "what have we done?  I don't know anything about dogs!" I had to work that weekend, but my husband was off.  That's why we picked a Saturday.  My "weekend" was Monday, Tuesday, so someone would be home all day with the new dog for the first four days. So I went to work, and within the first few hours my husband sent me a pic with the message, "What do I do?" That silly little dog had curled up on the couch.  "Well, push her off and tell her no!" I said. "But... she's cute..." "Well, I guess she's allow...

According to their descriptions on PetFinder, both my dogs would prefer to be the only dog in the home. Sammy was for four and a half years.  And it worked.  She wasn't always the best around other dogs. She didn't get along my my inlaw's old blue healer, but she loved their big husky puppy.  Probably because she could boss him around.   There were a few dogs at the dog park that Sammy loved, and there were a few that didn't love her.  She just wanted to run... and run and run and run.  That little border collie was one of the few that could keep up with her little Whippet legs, and most of the rest just tried to sit it out. But, Sammy is persistent.  She'd get in their faces and bark and bark and bark trying to convince someone to come run with her.  This was not an effective strategy for making friends.  Some would cower and tremble, others would get pushed to the edge and snap at her. Zorro also had a reputation of only getting along ...