Shane

Forgive me for taking so long to tell you more about Shane, but she normally won't sit still for a picture. She turns tail and mutters something about soul-stealing. We had a fun-filled bathing experience yesterday. Everything in the bathroom besides her was soaked. She managed to transfer water to the walls, sink, floor, me, all without getting clean. Well, eventually she got clean, but not without some strained muscles (mine). She was happy as a clam afterward - not sure if things will go better next time.

We brought her home on July 31 and introduced her to Quentin. They met outside on leashes and he was thrilled. Then we all came inside and he looked at her as if to say, "Who the heck let you in? You belong OUTSIDE. Okay, buh-bye." He vocalized his concerns over the next couple of days. Since Shane just came from a house of 50 dogs, she was unfazed. Her people run a rescue for primarily hound dogs and boy are they noisy. They called her Chien du Soir as she came to them at 9:30 in the evening. We decided to rename her Shane since it was easier to pronounce and wouldn't confuse her much. Turns out she responded to nothing, so we could have gone with any name we chose. She's learning though. She's an absolute pleaser and quickly learned to sit to get her leash on and is working on sitting to cross the street and come back inside. She learned to shake today. Tomorrow the world!

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