That was last fall. In November, a couple adopted her and took her home. But then in January, they returned her to the foster home, because it wasn't a good fit.
In the beginning of February, I drove down to meet Libby at her foster home. She wasn't really too thrilled, but was very submissive and complacent. Our trip home was quiet and uneventful.
Libby came with a lot of stuff, a puffy doggy bed, a smaller doggy bed with fuzzy sides, a super soft blanket, toys, squeaky toys, tug toys, dishes, more toys, and so on. I set a few things around the living space in various areas, so that she would have choices and also so that our strangeness had a few familiar things for her. She seemed to prefer a lil chair that is next to my husband's.
|Three Dog Night: Jerry's angels|
Libby, Sophie, & Chiquita
I credit this to my husband's extremely gentle and patient behaviour with Libby. He voiced concern when we were considering adopting her, because of her history with avoiding men. But Libby warmed up to him with no problems at all. He made it possible for her to like him, on her own terms in her own time.
There are several lessons to learn here, some principles that can be applied to relationships in general. Watching my husband and Libby learn to trust each other and patiently accept the other's quirks has really been good for me. Libby's adapted to her new environment, as have we to her. It's a learning process that will continue, but I think she's finally home.
So are we.