Mark and I are now proud dog owners! After many weeks of fencing the backyard and finding “one more thing” that needed to be done, we finally went out to the Animal Protection Society of Durham last Saturday and met our dog. They had us fill out the adoption paperwork then, but had to keep her for 3-5 days after that so their vet could spay her and give her a final check-up. On Wednesday, I got the call that we could come pick her up! Mark and I both ended up taking the rest of the afternoon off to introduce her to her new people and house.
While at the shelter, her name was Abigail, but as you can see, we have decided to change it to Ivy. She is 7 months old, 35.5 lbs, and a Rottweiler/Retriever mix. Her coloring is very standard Rottie, but her fur is much more Retriever-like in texture, making her very soft and fluffy. The current theory now is that she won’t end up as big as a Rottie, and indeed she doesn’t have much of that characteristic bear-like broadchestedness, so I think she’ll have more of the build of a Retriever in addition to the hair. Judging by her paws, though, she still has quite a ways to grow.
Ivy is a very sweet girl, and so far is much more interested in people than she is in any of her toys. On the day we brought her home, she was very wide-eyed and a little bit nervous about taking in everything. She roamed around the living room, dining room, and kitchen for hours, always returning to us if we weren’t walking with her. She was not keen on stairs of any kind at first, but she was quick to conquer the ones to the deck off the kitchen, since they are the ones that lead to her fenced-in yard. On her very first trip into said fenced-in yard, she pointed out to Mark the main weakness of his and my father’s fencing efforts: she can fit through the gap under the back gate. Fortunately, she was on the leash at the time, so she couldn’t get far.
We the took her for a walk around the block. She is extremely wary of storm drains and prefers to give them very wide berth, but other than that, she did very well. We met a bunch of kids out playing, and they all came over to sit in the middle of the street and pet her. They asked us all about what kind of dog she was, how old she was, her name, and she loved the attention. She was very well-behaved.
Then we went home, fed her some dinner, and carried her down the stairs (which were still too intimidating) to see how she would react to the TV in The Cave. We introduced her to her big cushy dog bed in that room, and she acclimated to it and the noises of the TV so well that she was soon asleep, stretched out as far across the dog bed as she could get. Five hours of non-stop excitement and sniffing had taken their toll.
The next day, though, we had to go to work as normal again, so she had to spend the day in her crate. (We’re not to let her stay outside for 5 days after her spaying operation.) I came home at lunch to let her out, only to discover when I walked in the door that she had done so herself. Our dog is a genius Houdini! I still don’t know for sure how she defeated a crate door with two latches, but she did. Surprisingly, the damage wasn’t too bad: one potted plant knocked over, a yoga mat unrolled but surprisingly unchewed, an empty paper bag torn up, and two accidents. Given my second-grade memories of the first day we left our family’s Australian Terrier alone penned in the kitchen, this was a pleasant breeze to clean up! Sadly for Ivy, I had to put her back in the crate after lunch so I could return to the office. She didn’t manage to escape a second time.
Stay tuned for more pictures and adventures, which I’m sure will be coming soon!


























