Doing her best impression of
`filet of dog’, at the pet food store
and on her way to a foster home.

This was actually my first lesson in not placing a dog in a home where the mother of young children had never owned a dog, regardless of her husband’s experience or promises to train the dog. For her, Lady was like having another child. Everything was going along well for 7 or 8 months, when the mother called me, freaking out because Lady kept jumping the backyard fence to go play with the children at the nursery school down the street. I calmly reviewed all the corrective measures that needed to be taken, but started to see the writing on the wall. A mere three hours later she called me screaming that Lady now bit her youngest child. Was there a puncture? No. Was there blood? No. Was she (Mom) in the room? No. What happened? The child cried, and the mother saw a small dent in her hand. That evening the husband called, obviously convinced by the hysterical mother

that Lady had bitten the child, saying the dog had to go immediately! No one really ever knew what happened; what I did know was the mother wanted the dog out.
Fortunately I was able to make a quick and temporary foster arrangement with a friend in the breed, and then a longer term foster home. We then gave her a name which quite suited the playful, joyous spirit of this little red and white red nose … Dolly.