Heidi's Home Sweet Home

From the moment Heidi entered the Bed and Biscuit, she proved to be a hard-to-handle resident. Morgan, who operated the kennel with her mother, said Heidi was very frightened and standoffish. She would allow people to enter her room, but she wouldn’t leave it. Initially, she refused to eat. Approximately three days into her stay, I stopped by to give Heidi a walk. When I entered her room, she didn’t seem to recognize me. Then, when she did, she became very enthusiastic. Good! My dad is going to take me home! I took her outside and we went on a decent trek. When I brought her back into the Bed and Biscuit, I talked briefly with the staff. They didn’t have nice things to say about Heidi’s demeanor. Having seen Heidi in action, I understood where they were coming from. From behind the counter, Heidi was gesturing as if she wanted me to take her back home. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that, and I left the building, serenaded by Heidi’s desperate barking.

Shortly thereafter, Morgan’s mother devised a technique that got Heidi to voluntarily come out of her room. She left pieces of bacon in a trail that eventually stretched from Heidi’s bed to the doorway. Not only did Heidi come out of her room, she made it all the way up to the front desk. Over time she warmed up to Morgan, her sisters and their mother but never really got friendly with the rest of the staff. Per Morgan: “She remained standoffish with them, but she no longer was lunging or threatening them either.” Around that time, a dog arrived on the premises. This new dog in town changed everything.

Salem, a fellow Chiweenie, was a rags-to-riches story. He, the rest of his litter, and his still-nursing mom were left in a box outside a rescue operation in Alabama. The people at the rescue were impressed with Morgan’s credentials and the adoption was consummated. When Heidi and Salem were introduced to each other, in Morgan’s words, “Heidi immediately went into nonstop tail wagging. The two of them started playing and just running around the dog kennel until they wore each other out.” It wasn’t long before Morgan reported to us that Heidi appeared to be turning a corner had behaviorally. In Salem, Heidi had found a friend and mentor.
The idea of rehoming Heidi again became a serious topic of conversation between my wife  and me. Clara was still primarily immobile due to her surgery, and, because of my employment, there were significant amounts of time I was not at home. When I wasn’t in the house, my wife was concerned about not being able to get to the door in a timely fashion to let Heidi out if the dog had to relieve herself. I was concerned Heidi, a high-energy dog,  was not getting sufficient exercise. We were no longer suitable dog owners for Heidi or any other active dog for that matter. The scars were still healing from our first, nearly catastrophic rehoming of Heidi. We were determined not to make that type of mistake again . What was going on with Heidi in Morgan’s world had a much different feel to it. Morgan’s entire family and her significant other were all dog lovers . I’d seen her boarding kennel firsthand, and I was impressed. Perhaps most importantly Heidi had met a dog that knew how to bring out the best in her.

Continuing reports from Morgan indicated that Heidi’s change for the better was for real. What followed was a period of sharing Heidi’s company with Morgan. Morgan was in the process of moving from one house to another and she didn’t want to rehome Heidi twice. So, as Morgan gradually moved into her new  home,  we shared “joint custody” of Heidi for several months. Heidi would stay with us  and then with Morgan. Gradually, Heidi stayed at Morgan’s home for  increasing  periods of time.

Finally, after Morgan moved into her new home in June of 2022, we scheduled a day to bring Heidi to what would become her permanent residence. Talk about bittersweet! I knew we were doing right by Heidi but it’s never easy to relinquish a dog for any reason. To this day, Clara and I share our mixed feelings about the experience.

Clara and I drove to Morgan’s new home in Bushkill, PA. Upon entering, Heidi immediately made a happy beeline for Salem. Morgan gave us a brief tour of the house and then we went outside and sat down on folding chairs to chitchat. As I looked out on the horizon I spotted Morgan’s other three dogs, but Heidi was nowhere in sight. For some reason, I decided to look under my chair and there sat Heidi looking out on the world. If I had to translate a dog’s body language it was as if she was saying I just want you all to know that this is my pal sitting above me. That was a very touching moment that only a dog lover could appreciate. However, speaking of body language, later, when we were at the door getting ready to leave, Heidi sat down next to Morgan. This time the body language told another story.. This is where I really would prefer to live. Only a dog lover could understand the jumbled emotions Clara and I shared in that moment.

We stopped by Morgan’s house again in September to pay Heidi a visit. She greeted us with gusto but, once again, when we were getting ready to leave, made it clear she had found  what she hoped was her permanent home. In December of 2022, we visited with a small gift for Heidi’s new owners. Heidi was clearly thriving in her new home.

Since taking ownership of Heidi, Morgan has been kind enough to send us multiple photos of Heidi alone and with her new pack. Though every once in a while I question whether my wife and I did the right thing, it really has become a no-brainer. My health deteriorated significantly in 2023. I have been forced to use a walker since April and I would not be able to walk Heidi much farther than to the end of my driveway. I feel sufficient exercise is critical for a dog’s happiness and well-being and I’d be a fool to think I could provide that for any active dog at this point. Heidi  was always ready to roll at a moment’s notice.

As of the date of this post, Morgan reports that Heidi gets along well with the six dogs she sees on a regular basis. Two of those dogs got into a dust-up recently and Heidi sat on the sidelines. As for dogs she isn’t familiar with? Only time will tell. She’s still standoffish with people, especially males. A combination of leashing, the stranger providing her treats, and patience has worked several times. Clara and I tried a similar strategy  with little success. Maybe we were the wrong trainers, or maybe we utilized the wrong strangers:).

There are times in life when a loss makes no sense. There are other times, as in Heidi’s case,  where a searching of the soul finds a silver lining. Though we thought back in 2020 we were adopting/ rescuing Heidi,  we turned out to essentially be foster parents. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, job well done. As proof, I present the following photos shown below:

It took a dog from Alabama to do what neither my wife, I nor an excellent canine obedience school could. And, he brought about Heidi’s metamorphosis in record time. My hat’s off to Salem.