I got Dottie when I was 19. I was living out on my own with my friend Katie. On a whim, we went to this place at Northgate Mall that used to showcase animals from local animal adoption places. That's where I saw Dottie, and I instantly fell in love with her. We walked her and I got down on my knees to talk to her and she put her front paws on my shoulder like she was giving me a hug and I just melted. Needless to say, we adopted her that day, and picked her up after Christmas.
We found out that she was about 2 1/2 years old, and had been with another family previously. They told us to watch out because the other family brought her back when she climbed their fence and escaped repeatedly. She is VERY skittish and especially scared of men. The way she acts has led me to believe that she was beaten at some point in her life. She hates when people raise their voices, and she's still very nervous. Otherwise she has adjusted really well.
Dottie of course came with me when I moved back home where she became super attached to my parents' dog, Maggie (who recently passed away). Dottie has what I call "junkyard dog teeth". She is missing a couple and some are cracked and crazy looking. But she came that way and her teeth are very healthy. My mother fondly refers to her as a "beagle on stilts". She has some hound in her, no question, but I have no idea what the rest of her is. She is a wonderful dog and I love her to death! Until I have a baby (which is probably a few years off), I have my Dottie. And I'm perfectly happy with that!
Oh by the way, I still have no dishwasher. It's installed but evidently the geniuses that installed the old one did not ground wire (maybe?) it. Which is dangerous and has to be fixed before I can use the new one. But at least it's in it's place and looks very nice in my kitchen :)
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