The Kiss-Ass

We got  to hear about Husband's dog yesterday, which means I get to brag on my dog today.

But first, a prologue...

Two years ago, there was an unexpectedly nasty storm
that created an incredible flash flood down the butte our house is on.
As mentioned before, I would stay home with Husband's and his brother's dogs when they travel.
This particular flash flood ended up busting the gate open,
so naturally Bo and Blitz took off into the horrible weather.

They were running so fast, and just flat out disappeared in a quick minute.
There was no way I'd wrangle them alone.

I hopped in husband's truck, hoping to see them running for my mom's house,
since that would be familiar to them.
I got all the way there with no signs of them, and borrowed my sister to help the search.
We "ran into" Bo on the way back up the hill, thank God, and got her home.

Blitz however, remained missing, even after two day's efforts.
I felt horrible.
How would I tell my boyfriend I lost his dog?!

I pretty much expected our relationship to end at that point.
Luckily, I'm blessed with a well-tempered man who understood the situation all too well.
Every weekend we visited the shelters, hoping maybe we hadn't gotten the call by accident,

and she'd be there, safe and probably a little traumatized.

A couple months went by, and the void became unbearable.
Then we met the sweetest, most gentle babygirl ever!

My Delmira!

Every time we walked past her cage at the pound,
she sat so pretty and pawed at the gate for us.
Husband was smitten after she cautiously let him pet her through the chain link,
and with that, God gave us my favorite new quadruped.

Unlike Blitz, she is a total people pleaser, and even if she doesn't understand,

will try her damnedest to do whatever we ask her to do.

She was already housebroken, so the rest of her training was easy.

I remember when we first brought her home though,

she had just been fixed, so she was paranoid from the wooziness the medication gave her, 

and was still pretty skiddish from her ordeals in her previous life.

We suspect from her behaviors that she was either abused or used for fighting.

Those used to be rubber handballs.

Regardless of her wariness of Husband when we brought her home,
she latched to my hip like a child to mother, and still "owns" me to this day.

She's the most affectionate dog I've met, relishing giving kisses and snuggles,
and offering belly rubs to anyone who would give them.
Delmira especially enjoys these things from my dad,
but then, who doesn't want my dad's affection?!

Delmira loves kids, and seems to understand they are delicate.
When she first met Rachel (who was in Kindergarten) she was thrilled!
She jumped in circles all around her, nudging her butt and running a few steps away.
I think she wanted to tag.
She never pushed her though, and Rachel hardly wobbled when she "tagged" her.
Delmira even listens when she commands; it's downright adorable.

Not Rachel, but basically the same

"But Anna," you ask, as you always do,"Why are there photos of both dogs together?"
In case we weren't blessed enough,
a month after acclimating Delmira to her new family,
an old member got to be added back in.
A west Lancaster woman had found Blitz,
and used a local veterinarian to check her chip and bring her to us!

I refused to have my sobbing face recorded when they brought her, so no photos of that.
It was pretty emotional though.
Blitz jumped out of their car, looked at Husband, dropped her ears in submission,
smart enough to think she was in trouble for being gone,
and ran to me with kisses and snuggles and happy dog sounds.
The anonymous rescuers cried almost as much as I did, glad to see the poor pup home again.

Jesus, I'm blubbering right now just thinking about it.
Delmira was confused at first, accustomed to being my spoiled "only child."
As you've seen in the videos, when only one of us goes outside,
they both get incredibly jealous of each other.
This is why for the most part, Husband and I play with them together,
and "belong" to one dog each.

The only thing Delmira can't seem to understand is how to speak.
She hates Blitz for it, which again you saw in yesterday's video,
when she bitch slapped her for speaking for me.

Separated, or else they fight over food bowls.

This set of photos below were taken when Husband tried to teach Delmira "speak"
through example by having Blitz show her.
Enjoy the adorable.

He's talking to you, bitch.

Wait, what do you want?

I SPEAK!

Delmira just whined, not sure what he wanted.

Yes, I know you want something, I can do it!

Seriously? I don't get you, human.