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July 14, 2012 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Two sunny windows. One Granny.

They kept getting on.

Marched silently in and turned around. Elbow to elbow.

They kept coming.

Despite the elevator bounced up and down in protest.

They continued to board: Japanese tourists with cameras, shoulder bags, and a few with souvenir T-shirts carefully draped over arms.

Poured in like peas into boiling water.

Yet she stayed silent.

Straight and tall as if a string pulled her up from between her ears.

With an opaque stare.

Revealing nothing. Her thoughts her own.

Chin bouncing with the elevator.

Finally, hotel staff intervening. Finally, the doors closing. Finally, lurching upward.

A polite silence of not understanding when the door opened.

“Please, this is our floor.”

The forest of people split to let us off.

Then a wave of oooo’s and aaaah’s as she moved forward with dignity and poise.

“German Shepherd. German Shepherd. Oooooooh.”

With the grace of someone used to dealing with paparazzi, the German stately moved on.

Relaxing some when the elevator occupants did not flow after her and those doors closed.

Still she urged us on faster and faster as the room’s door got closer.

Tossing off the tension once inside, she ran to the window.

Wagging that the ducks and geese were still in sight.

Freezing in delight at the sight of a deer now inching towards the lake.

A perfect observation point.

Room with a view. (Image: http://www.comfortsuites.com)

She approved of the hotel selection.

It had been a long day.

And a long trip.

The German was nearing her new home.

As it turned out, worries about the long car ride were needless.

Thrilled instead of throwing up.

Content to snooze rather than fret.

But the bathroom stops.

Well, you know. The conditions of some on the road. You just have to utilize what’s available.

“No we aren’t going to the one across the street.

No one is looking at you.

No, we are not leaving until you do something. It’s been a long time.

Look. That little one over there is cooperating. See?

Ok, yes, this is a bit sketchy, but hurry and we can run back to the car and lock the doors.”

New hotel room each night.

Got bowl? Got food? No problemo.

The final arrival went smoothly, of course.

Person was waiting!

Person’s car was here!

Person’s couch on Person’s rug!

Ahhhhh. Person’s bed! Just the place to crawl under to nap in peace…or to escape booming noises.

And familiar Granny!

Granny, the elder.

Who wasted no time in re-establishing her dominance and insistence on manners.

She rules with an iron arthritic paw.

Mandates meowed from the lofty way high locations.

Territory rules dictated.

All wide window ledges are part of the Granny preferred highway.

The perfect height windows are numerous enough and large enough for each to have assigned spots to enjoy the views.

The German mischievously “agreed” to all..snort, snort, chuckle.

Wet nose on back anyway.

Just joyful greeting.

Not act of aggression at all.

(Youngsters are always so disrespectful according to Granny.)

Just so happy, waggle tail.

Home finally with hers.

The transition has gone fairly smoothly.

Helped by the thrill of being welcomed by some canine playmates.

Graciously greeted first by a towering Great Dane gentleman who apparently oversees all. (Just come stand by me if you are intimidated.)

Invited be a parallel running partner by four other Germans. (Yes. Yes. They are just like me!)

Boldly accepted an invitation by the wild Golden pair.

Unlike the organized German pack, the Goldens race leaping, shouldering, and bumping.

Not forewarned, she lunged between them and was team-shoved in a team manuever worthy of the roller derby.

Tripped and rolled end over end multiple times.

Persons of Goldens apologized and ran over.

But by the time they arrive the German had shaken off her confusion and rejoined the melee.

Not to be overlooked, a medium-sized brown dog offered a long stick.

Once the German accepted, the brown grabbed the other end.

Quickly a smaller whitish poodle mix joined in by grabbing the stick’s middle.

Then off they all charged: running in tandem like harnessed chariot horses.

Thrilled upon thrill for the German.

“They like me. They really like me!”

One final greeting that meant the world:

A tiny pug stomped right up and squarely stopped in front of her.

His assertive doggy snorts rewarded by a quiet careful sniff.

We don’t know why, but the German loves Pugs.

She belonged.

This was home.

The German slept well.

Pleased with the pack,

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Read the entire German Saga by clicking “German Shepherd” in the sidebar.

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27 Comments

  1. RAB / Jul 14 2012 6:27 pm

    So happy for all.

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  2. jmmcdowell / Jul 14 2012 8:09 pm

    She couldn’t have done it without you. And she looks so happy in that photo. 🙂

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  3. shoreacres / Jul 14 2012 9:59 pm

    I’ll tell you this – I wouldn’t mess with that cat! The German looks so happy in that last photo. With her own window and friends to play with? What could be better?

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 14 2012 11:30 pm

      Granny looks like she’s saying “The things I put up with.” Or “My way or the highway – there’s the door.”
      Oddly she was rather pleasant there – no new bite scars, anyway – but I move pretty fast.
      Just saw a blue-eyed husky/shepherd mix that needs a home…but think I’d better keep a vacancy just to make sure for a bit. (paws crossed)
      All this weather giving you time to write? Cooler when cloudy outside…will be a scorcher once it finally clears.

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  4. jmlindy422 / Jul 14 2012 10:18 pm

    So sweet. We love pugs, too.

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  5. jannatwrites / Jul 15 2012 3:21 am

    Sounds like German will have lots of company. Such a beautiful dog. That cat looks like she could hold her own!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 5:08 pm

      Finally someone for the German to run with!
      For such a small ancient cat, Granny is certainly a force…she does a really fierce cougar face when pushed beyond her level of tolerance.
      Oh well, what’s a little dysfunction in a family?
      Thanks for traveling over to chat

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  6. EllaDee / Jul 15 2012 8:12 am

    Thanks for sharing. I was sad The German was leaving us, but seeing where/what she is going is wonderful, plus her own Granny 🙂 Sounds like quite a trip.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 5:10 pm

      I fell better actually seeing her settled. (paws crossed it all works). Never traveled with person size dog before – it was an adventure. Thanks for checking in

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  7. rumpydog / Jul 15 2012 12:21 pm

    I am so happy for you German! You so deserve this!!!!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 5:12 pm

      Wooo-whooo! Room to run and friends to run with. (not doubt that will take a few pounds off quickly.) Thanks for barking along

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  8. Jeannie / Jul 15 2012 12:59 pm

    The German looks so content and happy. *warm fuzzy hugs* to you for seeing it through! xox

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 5:15 pm

      That picture does show a relaxed dog enjoying the place. (wanted to make sure everyone knew she was OK…she is pretty endearing). Thanks for traveling along.

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  9. roughseasinthemed / Jul 15 2012 1:27 pm

    Next project – a husky shepherd mix did you say? Pippa haroos yes!! and snoses to the very lovely German.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 5:58 pm

      It appears that particular dog was snatched right up. Quite beautiful with nice personality. Not to worry – another is surely ready to appear – and I did agree to keep a vacancy for a bit just in case…but so far so good except for the German apparently eating something that upset her tummy. But woofing and romping again now. Hug to Pippa.

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  10. CATachresis / Jul 15 2012 6:47 pm

    There is nothing like acceptance and a Granny to make you feel at home. So glad the German is happy 🙂

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  11. PiedType / Jul 15 2012 9:17 pm

    Lucky German, with that outgoing personality. My Bashful Blonde would play happily only with the significantly smaller pug. Getting tripped and rolled by the Goldens would have elicited a frightened yelp and retreat. Traveling with two animals; aren’t you the adventurous one!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 15 2012 11:25 pm

      The German is overwhelmed if there is too much activity with too many dogs present. She did hide behind us a bit. Somehow that calm pony-sized Great Dane seemed to give her confidence – and she would go stand beside him when it was all too much. She is thrilled to see the ones she has connected with. Thanks for running by

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  12. finallyhomerescue / Jul 16 2012 4:25 am

    I tried to push the like button but every time I do the whole page disappears, but awesome story! Thank you from all the dog lovers in the world!

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  13. Sunshine / Jul 17 2012 10:53 pm

    this is great and i am so happy to see German (again) and knowing she has a great space with lots of friends! Yay! 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Jul 18 2012 12:36 am

      We’ve heard she’s got a new magic trick (waiting on pictures for that) and passed a doggy temperament test evaluation which is needed to be allowed in some areas. (Whew!) Thanks for barking along

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  14. BuddhaKat / Jul 18 2012 2:55 am

    what a terrific tail. er tale you have shared. I was very tense on the elevator and really didn’t relax until the threesome on the stick episode!!! so glad everybody’s getting along – I think granny’s bark (er hiss?) is bigger than her bite. thanks for sharing!!

    🙂

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