09/22/2025
✨ The First Hurdle ✨
“Right dog, wrong time.” That’s what I told myself the first time I met Zara. One look into her eyes and I knew she was special… but with three kids, a new city, a business to rebuild, and boxes still stacked around the house, I thought: this is absolutely not the time to do something completely unmanageable.
Then came the adoption event. Somehow, Zara ended up at the other end of my leash. And wow. She welcomed everyone with calm sweetness, greeted dogs like a seasoned diplomat, and even patiently played with a group of puppies (who, spoiler alert, were hers!). Over a shared hamburger, I realized she had exactly what I look for in a working partner: confidence, balance, and a “bring it on” approach to the world.
Still, the timing couldn’t have been worse. Our new house isn’t fully fenced, and keeping Moo from wandering across the alley to her puppy friend was already giving me gray hairs. Normally, I avoid leashed intros unless both dogs are trained for it—but safety comes first, and this was my only option. I laid out every reason why taking her home right now was a terrible idea… and offered to foster her instead. The rescue agreed—though I’m pretty sure bets were quietly placed on how long it would take before I realized she was already my dog.
Bringing home a new dog is rarely seamless, even for trainers. Moo, my excitable teenager, forgot nine months of training in about thirty seconds. She wanted to play right now. Zara, steady and gentle, was polite but made it very clear she was not interested in that level of chaos. Their leashed introduction went about as well as you’d expect: one dog bouncing like a human-powered pogo stick, the other thinking, “thanks, but no thanks, I’ll pass.”
I knew both dogs were social, but they needed a better setup. So we loaded up the car—tuna fudge, scrambled eggs, and grated cheese in tow—and headed for the forest. Wide open space, fresh air, and natural distractions helped keep energy in check. Within minutes, Zara and Moo were trotting side by side, splashing in puddles, and testing the waters of a brand-new friendship.
Back home, the game wasn’t over. Zara was hesitant to explore new rooms, so I let her roam at her own pace while Moo spent the night with me in my room (the ultimate calm-down zone). Baby gates, calm rewards, and strategic patience became our daily rhythm. Slowly but surely, Zara started venturing further, and Moo began learning that calm attention was just as satisfying as wrestling nonstop.
It wasn’t perfect—but it was a start. And sometimes, in dog training (and life), a start is everything.
Stay tuned—the next post is all about the very first win that told me these two were going to figure it out. Spoiler: it’s cuteness overload. 🐾✨