“She’s polite,” I said to Helaine this evening while explaining Doppler’s last trip outside.
She got up, walked over and climbed vertically up my chest. She was perfectly positioned to lick my face. This is her way of telling me she’s got to go.
We walked to the front door. As I picked up her leash I realized its little reel of plastic bags was empty.
There was a minute or so of busy work to get more bags and put them in their enclosure. I looked down. Doppler was at my side, her head up, her butt down. Motionless. Waiting. Patient.
She is every bit the good dog her photos portray!
This is the one thing Helaine and I still have trouble believing. She is amazingly sweet and endearingly cooperative. She is a go along, get along companion.
She doesn’t even shed. That would be out of character!
We really did luck out when we rescued Doppler. She did OK too.