Coco the stray came to live with us recently. No luck on finding her owners, and my sentiment that she'd been dumped in a niceish area so someone would take her in is probably pretty accurate.
Anyway, with the assistance and co-operation of Greg & Sheri, she's now resident. Love it! She is just the most gorgeous dog! Skittish at times, but overall a lovely temperament and has the softest coat going. It's great to sit and type or watch tv with her within petting reach.
She has an interesting quirk which didn't reveal itself until Jane and I took her to the vet the other week to get her checked out and to look for an embedded chip (negative on that).
the moment a leash was put on, she hit the floor and stayed there. Her look said "Seriously? You know I'm not going to co-operate, don't you? Why bother?". Jane won that victory by the grace of polished hardwood floors, with me dying laughing and capturing the moment for posterity on my phone's camera.
The next weekend Grace was with me and I set her up, knowing full well what was coming:
"Grace, would you like to take Coco for a walk?".
Wasn't going to happen. No way, no how! 65lb child doesn't not win against 70lb dog that doesn't wish to comply.
Instead of working out as planned, Coco took off at a run with Grace hanging on for dear life.
The climax was Coco more or less saying "OK, I'll cut you some slack. Try this:" and laid down bearing her tummy. "C'mon", she seemed to be saying. "You know this is a much better idea, don't you?".
:-)
