She’s A Keeper

Many have recently asked how Anas­ta­sia, the most recent addi­tion to our fam­ily, is doing know­ing that sev­eral weeks ago I tried to give her to any­one who may have wanted her. Bless her heart, she, our ger­man shep­herd / husky mix, has been so slow matur­ing. Potty train­ing took much longer than expected but finally mas­tered; chew­ing I believe is over with yet her obses­sion to gather all the rugs in the house and place them in a pile still goes on. To be kind, she frus­trated me. I hated open­ing the door each night when I came home from work to see what dam­age had been done for that day.

I’m not sure when the trans­for­ma­tion hap­pened, and if it hap­pened in her or me, but she has become a beloved com­pan­ion in our home. Anas­ta­sia is the most lov­ing dog I have ever had, albeit prob­a­bly the most retarded. She still does things occa­sion­ally that assure me she did not get enough oxy­gen at birth, but we just accept her for who she is.

Recently she was spayed and try­ing to keep a dog with her energy and size (she weighs in at 57 lbs. cur­rently) was a dif­fi­cult task … one we failed at. She ended up with a seroma, which is a large bump at the inci­sion from over-activity. Finally healed and stitches removed, she romp­ing around the house as good as new, back to play­fully fight­ing with her sis­ter, Bella.

I’m glad no one stepped up to take Anas­ta­sia from us. The house would be too quiet, Bella would be lonely, and Becky and I would have no one to sleep between us.