After the devastating loss of Bisou, we began looking for another dog to fill our then-empty house; we hadn’t been dog-less in over 50 years, after all. However, I wasn’t really interested in a puppy this time, as we’re getting older and need our night-time rest. 😉 We looked for an adult cocker to adopt, but it was apparently not the right time for that. Instead, almost exactly six months after Bisou’s death, we found a cute little terrier mix (part Maltese?), who had come from a pretty awful hoarding situation and needed a home.
Chouchou (pronounced “shoe-shoe” — it means sweetie or similar) is very affectionate, though she is terribly afraid of new people and situations. We’re hoping that we can help her gain confidence to get past that. We were originally told that she was three years old, but it seems that she may be as much as seven. No matter. She has quickly wormed her way into our hearts. She’s learning to walk on a leash and to ride in the car, though the car is easier now that we have a car seat for her; apparently, she likes to be able to see where we’re going. 😉
Chouchou loves to play with my husband outside, and she is temporarily wearing onesies while she recuperates from her spay surgery.
