When I had the introductory session with her, she came right over to me and leaned up against me and nuzzled my hand until I pet her head and her neck. When she stopped shaking and let me pet her neck, I knew she was the one. They came and took her away from me, and I started to cry, until Doc came and explained that she needed vet attention, and we could pick her up the next day. Leaving her was a very hard thing. I told her I would be back. She started shaking again as soon as I got up to walk away. The next 24 hours and the Uber ride out there the next day were very slow.
But I got her. And I brought her home. And within a week, she knew her name, basic commands, how to be friends with the cats, which bowl was hers, how to tell me she wanted out, and how to be a good sister to Chewbacca. And she simply adores Doc. She is afraid of him, but doesn't shake with him anymore, and will go over to him any time he calls. It's rough for him because he is the disciplinarian. But she gets over punishment really fast. The only bad thing she does is get into the recycling. She only pulls one thing out, but she still needs to not do that. I'm thinking of getting a child safety latch for the cabinet to solve the problem without further traumatizing her.
She's smart as all get out. I still don't know her native language, but I've taken to humming to her, which she takes as love, and that was the only reason that I wanted to know her native language, so I could tell her I love her in familiar words. Now I know I can just hum to her while I pet her and cuddle with her. She learns every command immediately. She never has accidents in the house. She's a bit growly, but not in a mean way. She just communicates that way. You can tell what she means by the volume of her growl.
The other night, when I was cutting my arm, she was sitting behind me on the couch with her paw on my shoulder, watching me and the computer screen. When I put the knife to my arm, she growled, kind of loudly. I told her to shush and cut. Next time, growl, whine, shush. Next time, Rose leaps up over my shoulder and knocks the knife out of my hand onto the floor. Good fucking dog. When I did damage a couple of days later, I had to put her out first. I promised Doc I wouldn't put her out again like that. I will let her protect me. That's one of the reasons we got her, to fill in the care deficits that Chewbacca showed after training.
So, that's RoseTyler-dog. My sweet, sweet Princess. She has a pink leather studded collar. It goes with Chewbacca's blue studded collar. I know, stereotype colors, I just wanted to make it easy for strangers to identify them. I'm getting her a "witchy" tutu for Halloween and general cosplay wear around the house. I have to find something simple for Chewy. Male dog costumes are so much more complicated than girl dogs. I could just put his vest on him and make him a Leather Dog. A little Bear. I could get him a bear hat to make it complete.