Part 3: How Did 2 Ducks End Up Living In A Townhouse?
Originally published on Tuesday, July 23rd, 2019
In early December 2017, it was time to get a dog. Trust me when I write that my husband wasn’t going to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity 😜. Up until now, I had insisted on living pet-free out of convenience for ease of travel and less responsibility in general. My type of work usually meant I was out-of-state every week for four to five days at a time. But lately I had been working locally. It was feasible for me to reduce the travel required for my job if I really wanted to. I was willing to make this change for Q. And I couldn’t deny my husband a dog, especially now that I wanted to keep this duck.
Bob and I discussed the idea of getting a dog with Q’s vet at one of Q’s follow-up visits. And we were strongly cautioned against Terrier breeds for Q’s safety. My husband had done his own research on dog breeds and the local rescue shelters. Bob has a penchant for Beagles. There was a local Beagle rescue, but there would probably be a considerable wait until we could actually get the dog. So we began our search at the local Pet Resource Center knowing we probably would not find a Beagle.
We did find a very timid 56-pound “little girl” who was listed as a Pointer mix, and spent some time with her. She had been picked up a month earlier by Animal Control and had probably been homeless after Hurricane Irma hit our area that September. We were told she was 3-4 years old based on her teeth, and was a little overweight. She looked as if she recently had puppies but was freshly spayed by the PRC. The requisite notifications had been done in case her owners were looking for her, but no one had come to claim her. We had a good feeling about this dog, so we did the paperwork and took her home right away. Bob named her Diogi, in honor of a deceased police K9. D-O-G. Spell it and say it 👍
Diogi was a nervous dog, and understandably, we had to give her lots of time to adjust. It was clear to both of us she was grateful to be out of the animal shelter. And you could tell she was on her best behavior with us. But she did not handle going outside for walks very well. She would do her business outside, but wanted to run back into the house right away. Bob was the only one who could handle her on a leash. She was very fearful of other dogs no matter what their size. She would also not go up the stairs in our townhouse to the 2nd floor for the first couple of days so Bob would have to carry her… we thought she may not be familiar with stairs. She definitely had been someone’s dog because she seemed very used to being indoors. No training required in that regard. Maybe she had lived inside a one story house, had a big backyard, and was an “only child“ so to speak. Maybe something had happened to her as a result of Hurricane Irma to make her so skittish.
Q was a big curiosity for Diogi. She would try to come over to sniff him all the time. I kept Q safe and wondered if I would ever be able to leave these two alone together in the same room. When Bob and I were not home, Q would stay upstairs in our bedroom while Diogi would have the rest of the house. I wondered if Diogi would get used to Q and realize that he too was a family member…
Also, I wondered if the animal hospital would remember to call me if they ended up with another Muscovy duck? 😜
Post Script: We had a doggy DNA test done for Diogi and she is 40% American Staffordshire Terrier, 40% Dalmatian, 10% Boxer, and 10% Boston Terrier. So much for not getting a Terrier! And she weighs 78 pounds now which her vet says is fine. Food is constantly on this dog’s mind 😂