Amy was what is commonly referred to as slab dog around here. Where we are, there are no rules or official gov't. There are dogs running free here. They either come from town (3 miles away) when people abandon them here instead of doing the right thing. Kind of a let 'em go where they can run free and they will be all right mentality. Or slab dogs come from the various litters born here. A fair share of the people living here don't have resources to care for their dogs. AND, as I found out while looking for a low cost spay option for Amy, there is no low-cost spay/neuter programs. It is going to cost $168 to spay Amy. Anyway, she was hanging around the Range Stage and one of the snow-birds wanted her and no one could catch her, so I volunteered. Of course, as you know, I have a way with dogs. She wasn't growling or acting aggressive. She was just backing up and taking off when anyone tried to approach her. I looked her in the eye and said, "stay", in a very firm voice, as I walked toward her. She stood her ground and looked at me, while cocking her head from side to side and raising her ears, as if to say, "you talking to me". I walked right up to her and picked her up. Went to Earl who put a collar and leash on her before I sat her down. Anyway this fellow kept her 2 nights and she showed up at our door. We kept taking her away, but she came back and wanted in the yard. We gave up. I got her shots last weekend and after a couple of paydays we'll be able to get her spayed.

I feel we should find her a home, but don't know how that will go. She is a big dog, about 6 to 8 months old, very rambunctious, and a handful. On the other hand, she house trained almost immediately, loves the other doggies, and Earl is having a blast running her with his 4-wheeler. I am afraid Earl is getting attached to her. He thinks it is great to have a dog that is house trained.

She doesn't hold her potty all night and comes to the bed and wakes Earl at about 4 every morning and he doesn't complain. Just gets up and lets her out to go. She does her job, turns around, and comes right back in to bed. This morning Earl heard her chewing on something and in his half-awake state thought she had another shoe and he tried to ignore it, but realized he could hear a bag rattling. So he jumped up and came in to her bed and she had the 10 lb. Bag of potatoes and had them out on her bed and had taken a bite out of some of them. He just started laughing and picking 'em up.

She is such a delight that I could write of her antics all day. Yesterday it looked like it had snowed in the yard-she tore up a foam rubber kids chair. She does listen and tries to be good, but she is just a pup.

BTW, the person who wanted her moved his rig so she can't find him. He says she is too much trouble.

She is a clown.