Last September, Ben-Ten (formerly Sadie) was welcomed to our home. Even after having her for 4 months, we still don't understand why she was at animal control as long as she was (6 months). She's loyal, intelligent, affectionate and lively. Being a terrier, she loves to run, and thankfully she has about an acre of yard to run in. If she's not inside, she's outside barking at the squirrels or birds, or wrestling with one of our other dogs.
I don't think we could have made a more perfect dog for our sons. While settling down at night, my sons and Ben share a snack of sliced apples, which is oddly enough one of Ben's favorite foods. When tucking them all into bed, she gives me this look that says, "MY boys." And if I sneak a peek into their room at night, she softly growls, and I can see her giving me the dog version of raising her eyebrows and saying, "Don't mess with my boys."
Having been in the pound for so long, it's sometimes hard to transition to life in a family, but, once her fears were settled, Ben is adjusting well. At first she growled at the other dogs (we have 4 total), but now she loves them all and spends every spare moment wrestling with them. The kids made her a little nervous at first, but now she loves cuddling with them. She not quite housebroken, which is hard for a pound dog to learn since they go in their kennels. But she's taking to crate training really well, and I suspect she'll be housebroken in another month or two.
I can't imagine our life without Ben. As the sun sets and she comes inside from her day of romping, she runs up to one of us, nuzzles us, asking for a scratch behind her ears, and all you feel from her is warmth and love. All of our dogs are pound dogs, and they are all wonderful, healthy, happy and loving. I wouldn't get a dog from any other place.
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