We recently acquired a new dog, she is about 18 months old and came to us after being heavily abused at her original home. We also learned that she had, way too early in life, a litter of pups that were taken from her soon after birth. We needed to provide her with a new home, a new beginning and a fresh new way of living. To do that we also had to give her a new name as a signal that she was entering a new life.
But dogs are creatures of habit and new names are hard to learn. Since her old name was "Chewy" CC and I knew that any new name had to sound something like her old name, but be completely different, We found her new name in Spanish and re-named her "Chica" (girl). It might not be original, but it took Chica less than a day to respond to her new name and come when called.
Chica is becoming a firm addition to our household, and while her relations with the cats needs improvement (on both parts) she is enjoying her life with new friends Amber and Bentley. Playtime occasionally gets a little rough but so far no blood has been shed and they all share the bed comfortably. Even leaving room for the humans at night.
Yesterday was an eventful day for Chica when we took her to the clinic and had her spayed. But looking at her today you would think that, except for the Cone of Shame nothing unusual had happened to her. I wish I had that level of resiliency!
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