Dair has really missed the companionship of her dog, Sandy, and we thought maybe it was time to get her a new dog. Realizing that a nearly 90 year old probably can't take long term care of a dog, we agreed to let our daughter, Katherine, have major input on the dog we chose for Dair, assuring her that one day it would be Katherine's dog.
Last weekend we went to a shelter and found a dog that our daughter fell in love with and Oreo, our dog, tolerated. This shelter dog, named Nitro, is a year old male Chow/Australian Shepherd mix, whose temperament and size seemed perfect for Dair. So we adopted him. We told her his name was Nitro(which sounds like a monster truck to me), and since she was having difficulty understanding his name, Karl wrote it down for her. She looked at the name, then pronounced it "Knit-ro" and said "what kind of name is that?" We quickly decided to re-name him, and came up with Jack, which suits him much better anyway.
When we got Jack to Dair's house, we quickly realized that even at a year old, Nitro was still too energetic and pupply-like for Dair. It also dawned on us that maybe Dair's dementia has progressed too far for her to take good care of Jack, so now he's Katherine's dog.
Our hope is that when Dair moves back in with us in the fall, Jack will be calmer and Dair can be the one who takes him out for walks when Katherine is in school. Meanwhile, Dair visits Sandy's grave each day.
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