Dixie certainly had terrier characteristics and when she yawned, she had the unmistakable jaw of what I believed was a pit bull. We wondered what kind of breed or mix she was. I’m trying to love this new dog, but I keep comparing her to my favourite How I redeemed my yappy dog to the neighbourhood
PITBULL MUTT FREE
She found joy in being able to run free and play with other dogs, the bigger the better. Mouse-hunting was a favourite past-time and I was ever watchful to steer her clear of ones that I spotted on our walks. She had to have something in her mouth at all times – a ball, a toy – we still don’t know why. She liked to sleep under something: a towel, a blanket, a sheet, as though in a tent. We began to take note of her temperament, her behaviour and her quirks as she became more comfortable with her new surroundings. We gave her a safe place to sleep, her own area for food and water and took her for long walks to establish a routine. Dixie bounded into our home, racing from room to room, upstairs and down, sniffing every nook and cranny, a bundle of nervous energy.
We agreed to adopt this dog, relying on my son’s experience with her at the shelter and the next night she arrived. Was she abandoned? Was she part of a puppy mill? How long had she been roaming? Was she simply lost? The last question was answered soon enough when no one came to the shelter to claim her. She was extremely thin and showed signs of having had a litter of pups that were nowhere to be seen.
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