A year ago today, I drove up to Grass Valley to see about getting Siddhartha a sibling. I found a high-energy, skiddish, but happy female pup anxious to have a home. She’s always been eager to please, which has made training her a lot easier than Siddhartha (who is simply so well behaved and too cool for school that one forgets that he can be obstinate).

This was her in her adoption photo:

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And here are pics I took of her and Siddhartha this morning on our way to the dog park…

I still sit like a puppy...
I still sit like a puppy…
Can we pleeeez go to the dog park, Mama?!
Can we pleeeez go to the dog park, Mama?!
Hey, mama, I thought we were going to the park? (Siddhartha)
Hey, mama, I thought we were going to the park? (Siddhartha)
Waiting at the gate (Siddhartha and Sky Harbor)
Waiting at the gate (Siddhartha and Sky Harbor)

I’m most proud of her willingness to befriend people now. She used to run from people and hide behind me. She still licks and nips when she’s super excited or scared—an anxiety instinct— but she’s leaps and bounds better. She recognizes WAY more commands than Siddhartha. And well, she makes me laugh. A lot. Several times a day.

Our household is better for her adoption—fuller, more well rounded. The dogs represent well my Geminian duality. The cat rules us all. The cat stuck around and has been really tolerant of Harbor. In return, Sky is learning (yes, she is still a puppy after all) how to be gentle with Sweetpea.

Goal for the second year? to stop barking at the curtain by the washer/dryer. It is not going to kill us in our sleep. Secondly, to stop barking at the mail person. Just because the other neighborhood dogs d0 doesn’t mean she should.

There are worse things. Who knows—the sky’s the limit with this girl— named for the stars and crashing waves.

Update September 2012: My baby girl and her much beloved yellow nerf frisbee. She’s become quite famous at the neighborhood park for carrying around her frisbee wherever she goes. Such a joy, this one. She makes me laugh everyday and continues to expand her social group, finally feeling safe and comfortable enough to allow pets and nuzzles from near strangers. She’s going gray and she’s not even five! Soft smile. My pretty funny girl, a rescue from Grass Valley.

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