We weren’t looking for a new dog. Our German Shepherd Hexxie that we raised for almost 13 years died suddenly. We didn’t want to replace her with a new dog, but a few days after she died Kevin got a call from a rescue organization in Alabama. Could he rehabilitate a black Lab who was adopted and now lived in nearby Massachusetts?
The conversation turned to the Corgi that Jeanette was now also trying to find a home for. She filled us in a little about her, basically that she was aggressive in certain situations.
Corgis have a dear spot in our hearts. We had raised one years ago and always said we would have another someday. So when we heard about this Corgi we thought “Hmmm….” But what really clinched it was when she told us her name: Bixie.
Our beloved Shepherd was named Hexxie, and our Corgi was Barley….put them together and you have Bixie….of course we would take her.
We had never adopted a rescue dog before, all our dogs were raised from pups and trained the NDT way. They were all such a joy to live with, right from the start, even when our kids were babies. Never would they growl or bite or run away. They wouldn’t steal food off a table or chew up the furniture. Kevin once accidentally stepped on our shepherd Illo in the middle of the night and he just looked up and went back to sleep. Unfortunately most dogs are not raised this way, and they end up with behavioral problems, especially aggression. And this is what Bixie’s problem was.
But this all flew out the window when we heard her name. And all the synchronicity around her told us that maybe we were meant to learn something. Dogs do always have a lesson to teach us don’t they?
So this blog will be the story of Bixie, her beginning with us, her issues, Kevin’s amazing way of healing her and her life as it unfolds in Vermont.
Looks pretty cute and harmless doesn’t she?