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This is Brandy now called Mysie. Animal Humane called us about a 10 year old owner turn in. They said she was edgy with children, bit the vet and was grumpy. So one of our scouts went to get her. We got her cleaned up, found she was just fine with the other dogs, took her to the vet with no problem. We asked someone to foster her. They have fallen in love with her. Here is their note.

Do you think this is one happy dog!!!

She’s become my ‘little’ velcro dog.

Mysie is a very traditional Scottish girls name (our dogs are always Scottish, the cats are French). Mysie Mae Collins McTaggart–quite a mouthful for one dog.

You should have seen her last night. I rode my bike home from work and so treated myself to a leisurely beer on the back deck. We were sitting there enjoying the nice afternoon sun and she proceeded to put on quite the show with her squeaky toy in the grass–tossing it in the air, rolling around, biting it so it would squeak. And of course the more we laughed the more she performed.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to consider agility…that will have to wait for a younger dog with more robust hips. And still not sure what to do about the doggie door (she’s really too large to squeeze through–or at least that’s what she’s decided). I am saddened to think that in 2-3-4 years I’m likely to be back in that gut-wrenching situation of having to make decisions about quality of life. But as one friend reminded me, for whatever years we have together we will both benefit.