In an earlier post, I mentioned how Patty came into our lives.  Her owner, who’d decided that she was too much to handle, dumped her here five years ago.  The man said he had purchased her (for an exorbitant sum) from a breeder in Bucharest, Romania.  He promised to bring or send us her shot records, registration papers, and other necessaries.  It was no surprise to us when none of it ever arrived.  In fact, once he dumped her here we never heard from him again.  I left a ton of voice-mail messages on his phone and he never called back. 

     The former owner had named our girl Cleopatra, which in no way suited her, in our house she quickly became Patty.  Peppermint Patty, Miss Patty, Patty cakes, our little Romanian princess…can you tell she’s loved?  We got a sweet outgoing girl who balances Gavin’s shyness.  She is Dear Hubby’s baby girl, Gavin’s baby sister and best friend, and when she can’t have DH, she comes to me (the Boss) for loving. 

     When she arrived, along with an ear infection, Patty was going into her first heat.  At the time, Gavin was not neutered.  Poor Gavin, we made the decision that since he hated the show ring he might as well be neutered and there was no better time like then to do it. 

     Before spaying Patty, we had to wait for her to go out of heat.  After her incision healed, we let the two of them meet each other without gates or crate doors in between them.  They immediately took to each other, which is somewhat surprising since Patty doesn’t like any other dogs.