Hestia took it hard when her puppies left. She would run around to the side yard looking for them and then come back whining. Back in the house, she’d jump the gate to the downstairs and beg to be let into the dog area. Not finding them there, she’d run back upstairs, check all over the house and finally beg to be let outside again. This went on for four or five days.
She’s since shifted her energy to the dozens of dog toys we have in the house. First she chews up the ones upstairs. Then she jumps the gate to the downstairs to find more toys. A number of sturdy dog toys that have made it through countless fosters have now succumbed to Hestia’s heavy tearing and chewing. About our floors are the carcasses of dozens of them. I leave the pieces there because if I sweep them up I fear she’ll find non-toy objects to chew – last night she sunk her teeth into my comforter, thankfully after a quick no! she let go.
So clearly Hestia has a high need for entertainment. Unfortunately, with my foot problem, I can’t walk her. And since she climbs over our fence – sometimes within moments of my taking her outside – I can’t even let her run around in the back yard. Steve walks her and Wendy in the evenings when he gets home from work. But that’s simply not enough. All day she runs around the house looking for entertainment. I’ve made available every dog toy we own and at this point she savaged them all. She tries to get Wendy to play with her but Wendy at twelve is an unreliable playmate. Hestia is bigger and stronger than her and I suspect Wendy’s not confident wrestling with Hestia when Steve isn’t around (many dogs feel their most confident when their alpha is present). I do the best I can to keep her company, occasionally tossing toys for her. But poor Hestia is frequently bored and unfortunately bored dogs get into mischief. Like the days when I had busy toddlers in the house, I long for the moment when Steve comes home and gives us all a break.
Yet Hestia’s so endearing. When I let her on the bed with me, she flops down, rolls on her back, puts her head on me and begs for a belly rub. She’s such a companionable dog. And so easy going and friendly. She’s warm and loving to everyone who comes in the house, her backside one big wag. When Steve gets home from work she follows him around until their walk and afterwards, she settles down at his feet. She simply needs more exercise than we are giving her. She’ll make a wonderful companion for an active owner, willing and able to give her two long walks a day.
My foot surgery is this week so Hestia needs to leave us Monday. Liz has been trying to find a foster for her but so far no luck. I hope she finds someone able to give her the attention she needs. It’s going to be hard saying goodbye to this goofy girl.