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Trilli - a mystery

This is a post I wrote a few weeks ago about our dog, Trilli.

my beautiful mystery
About six months after Jonathan and I got back together we started talking about adopting a puppy. We already had a cat we had adopted as a kitten and raised, he was about 5 months old then. Neither of us had ever had our own dog in adulthood. We made several visits to animals shelters, fell in love with a dozen pups. We were always slowed down by the processing fees, forms, etc. One weekend when we were visiting my sister, Christina, she found a lady in the area trying to get rid of some puppies. A lab husky mix. What a great combination! Two of my favorite breeds. We all rode out an unmarked country road to a tiny trailer with a small kennel poking out from the backyard. A woman came walking out the rickety front door, gestured to us, "you here for a dog?" and was halfway to the back yard before she finished the statement. When we reached the kennel I saw the smallest, scraggliest white husky I have ever laid eyes on. It didn't look much like a purebred husky, despite the owners claims. She then told us, in a rather annoyed tone of voice, that the neighbors black lab had "gotten a hold of her." This woman was obviously not happy about having a litter of mutts, despite how adorable they were.  She opened the door to the kennel, grabbed a confused looking pup by the scruff of the neck, and handed it to me. The scared dog licked my face immediately, just as sweet as can be. She was small enough to fit in my hands, with a short stubby nose and legs. She was also very fat, filled with worms. We took her straight to the vet. When we left she curled up in a blanket in my lap and went straight to sleep. As she grew, she became a beautiful dog with a slender frame, long legs, and a gorgeous brindle color with saddle markings. The mystery is, she looks nothing like a husky, or much like a lab. She barks like a hound dog. Has the hunting instincts of a killing machine. Mystery it is, we love her dearly. She is very smart, and I have just this week started training her more, working on stay and recall. We have never had well trained dogs around here. It is time consuming, but I think it will be worth it.
 
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Do you have any mystery dogs in your life?

Until next time,

Angela Kelly
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2014 at 6:49 PM

    Your Mystery looks so much like the first dog we had after we were married. He wss a rescue, had been found with his siblings in a box at the dump when he was teeny tiny. Bottle fed by vet techs until he was old enough to come home with me. Never could figure out his breed but he was the funniest most energetic dog ever. We lost him when he was two to a sudden mystery illness. Who knows maybe Mystery and Radar were distant cousins :-)
    ( this is Tresha, Jonathans cou sin on his dads side btw)

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    1. luna acresJanuary 12, 2014 at 4:37 PM

      Who knows! It's strange how that happens with dogs. Thanks for commenting! It's great to know that you're reading :) Hope all is well!
      Angela

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