We gave our female pup a boy's name
but it was with good reason.
It was the only name that fit her.
You see, we had been seeking
a dog to fill the hole that our Kimmy
left when she had to be put to
sleep. Our chihuahua/fox terrier mix, Chloe,
was depressed and the
rest of us missed having a second dog.
We met lots of potential dogs.
Even brought one home.
That didn't work out.
We returned that huge black
lab to her former owners.
Finally we met this little spitfire.
She was a rescue from one of the many
puppy mills that are so prevalent here in
Lancaster County.
The first time we met she made
a break for it and ran so quickly from
the room they had us in.
Then when they caught her and
brought her back she promptly
peed on the floor.
And yet,
there was something about
this silly pup that just grabbed our
hearts.
So, after many suggestions for names
the one that kept coming back to us
was Bandit.
Because she stole our hearts.
It stuck.
Now most people think she is a boy.
But she graciously couldn't care less.
lol
Unfortunately this canine member of
our family has continued to be a
challenge with her mischievous ways.
Constantly stealing tissues to shred them
and bottle caps or any other plastic items
that she can get her mouth around.
Tonight it was a tea light container
and a plastic storage container.
Who knows what is missing in her
diet that she feels compelled to chew
plastic and paper.
I tend to think nothing...
she just enjoys them better than the
bones and toys that are abundant here.
Bandit has a "den" under the living room couch
where she takes her finds.
Every now and then I move the couch
and remove all of them
and she just starts over.
In any case,
even with all of her bad
habits I would rescue her all over
again. She truly has stolen my heart.
The only person who doesn't feel that
way about Bandit is Chelsea.
They are in serious competition.
Bandit recognizes Chelsea as her most serious
competition for my attention on a daily basis.
She takes every opportunity to leave unpleasant
presents in Chelsea's room.
If the door is open she'll pull out the contents
of Chels's trash can or do what you were imagining
at first. Just to be mean.
This has not endeared her to Chelsea.
And so the battle goes on.
Good thing she is cute.
I think it has saved her from Chelsea's
wrath more than once.
That, and the fact that I don't condone
violence for any reason.
Pets.
They are such an interesting
part of the family.
With attitudes and jealousy.
Very interesting to me.
Maybe we need the dog whisperer
around here.
But in the mean time we'll just keep
Chelsea's door closed and work
on Bandit's manners.
I was playing with a photo I took
yesterday. Different effects showcase
her many adorable features.
Bandit....the dog who totally lives
up to her name.