Grendel One-Ups Me


See that knowing look? (Is he WINKING?!) It’s because Grendel is full well aware that he has finally REALLY impressed me.

When I pulled up the hill today, I was surprised to see a coyote duck into my garage as the door opened. Of course, it was no coyote. It was a German shepherd dog who had gotten loose. I was really surprised that Grendel was still in the yard. He hadn’t gone to harass Ken’s chickens or run back to Eddie’s (as far as I know). He had stuck around. In fact, he let me pull right up to him without attacking the car. I rolled the window down and spoke to him, and he got very excited and dashed back and forth alongside as I pulled in, but he DID NOT TRY TO BITE THE TIRES. (I am thinking this might be due to some of my desensitizing work with the wheelbarrow?) He jumped up on the car door to see me through the window.

I opened the door and immediately gave him huge praise for leaving the car alone. He seemed very happy and very proud of himself. Rip was in the back seat and when she hopped out, he greeted her enthusiastically. (She remains unimpressed.) He was clearly relieved to see both of us.

He came inside and immediately stretched out on his side after eating a big meal.

I am astonished by this pup’s rapid recovery. In about eight weeks’ time, he has flourished with just a little TLC.

Surprisingly to me, but probably not to anyone else, now I’m starting to think up reasons to keep him. I have a very nice lady who is anxious to meet him and wants to take him on a trial basis. I really hate the thought of bouncing him around again. But at the same time, I can barely afford the house and I’m really living on the edge right now — and probably will be for the next two years. I can’t deprive him of a wonderful home when I don’t have time or money.

I live by a strict code, and that is, if I can bear the thought of letting them go, I do it. It’s the only reason I haven’t been overrun by animals.

Boy, rescue can be a really bittersweet thing. I quit doing it some time ago because my heart couldn’t take it anymore — much less my pocketbook. I didn’t want Grendel… He was sort of thrust upon me.

But I guess one never really does stop doing rescue, does one?!

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About Nancy J. Bailey

Artist, author, bad karaoke singer. Woodsy ragamuffin. Mom of a horse named Clifford who plays fetch and paints with watercolors. He visits libraries and schools with me, to promote literacy and making the world a better place. Yes, he is house trained, no, he doesn't live in my house! I have written three books about Clifford. But my newest book, THE NORTH SIDE OF DOWN, is co-written by my awesome sister Amanda, who has Down syndrome. Her unexpected one-liner wisecracks can always make me laugh. If you make me laugh, you've made my day!
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2 Responses to Grendel One-Ups Me

  1. missknits says:

    wonderful blog! and so touching too! you are a woman with a kind heart!! i hope wherever grendel ends up, be it with you or someone else, he is happy and healthy!

    Like

  2. Gecko says:

    Good on the big boy! That look just says, “yeah!!!”

    Like

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