Beesly Girl

Tuesday, February 17, 2015



Introducing:
Pam Beesly the dog!
We just call her Beesly. She's pretty weird and so very cute. We really love her.


Queen of bum floof and the side eye. With a knack for finding small, unidentifiable plastic things to chew on.

I found Beesly girl listed on KSL, and was basically sold after seeing this goofy (blurry) face:


I mean, look at those big clumsy paws. Heart eyes.

She's an eight month old (give or take a few weeks) mini australian shepherd, so she's about 25 pounds and full grown now. She has long silky hair that gets really crimpy (a la Britney) when it's wet and just a huge amount of really cute floof on her bum and her ears.

She's also a really big sissy.

Thus, when we went to meet her in December, she was just scared out of her mind.
Behold:


The resistance was impressive. She would not budge one bit into the room for at least 5 minutes.

The vet who had her, and some colleagues, actually seemed to be trying to persuade us not to take her because she was too submissive and afraid and neurotic...
So naturally I realized she was my soul sister, and convinced Drew and the vet to let us bring her home as a "foster dog," basically on a trial period where we could see if she would warm up to us, and whether we decided we could keep her or not, she'd at least be in a home for a few weeks instead of living at the vet's. (Spoiler alert: we kept her.)
To be honest, I was ready to legally adopt her as my child from the get-go, but I'm glad we got the chance to try it out.

It's been so fun seeing her come out of her shell and just get weirder and weirder.
When we first brought her home and I was talking to my mom about it, we were worried that she might not be the right dog for us because she may not have had enough of a "sense of the ridiculous."


I'm happy to report that's not at all an issue.
I wish I had better pictures of these moments--it's like she's our live-in stand-up comedian. Minus the word bits, plus a lot of slapstick.
She's really clumsy and just seems to have terrible body-eye coordination (not to mention her habit of plunging her whole face in the bowl every time she goes for a drink of water). I don't think I've ever once seen her actually catch anything. But her methods are great nonetheless; she really loves rolling and flinging her tennis ball up and down the stairs, but when she can't catch it before it bounces all the way down, we see her grab it and bring it back up once, let it get away again, and then there's an audible huff from up the stairs and she gives that ball the cold shoulder for a solid ten minutes.

And when we first brought her home, and attempts to pet her were met with terror and extreme escape plans, we couldn't get her to play with anything until we started letting her out by herself in the yard every now and again, and after a while, when I looked out the window to check on her, I saw her blur past me doing the most intense hops I've ever seen. I'm talking all-legs-off-the-ground-at-the-same-time, straight up in the air kind of hops, at high speed, running into a lot of things.

(Please don't think we're cruel for laughing when she runs into things. Every time, we try to comfort her, and every time, she brushes us off like "please, let's get back to the business of playtime.")

That happens kind of a lot, in fact. I think she just gets so excited running at stuff that I guess she forgets to stop. Always a blur. And always a cuddler.



There's definitely still that stranger-danger instinct going strong, and now that she feels at home here she's started being pretty vocal about her feelings towards strange people approaching the house, but we're working on it. Cheddar cubes are getting us there.

And at least she's definitely gotten used to us, she follows us everywhere (hence, the doorstop I just bought for the bathroom door) and has absolutely no qualms walking right over Drew's face so I think any reservations she had about us are long gone.
Plus, she lets me hold her like a baby.












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She is such a peach and even though she's a bit of a trickster, she's a keeper.
We sure love this bunny.




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