Tigger is a Lab/hound mix.
I didn’t grow up with pets, but my husband always had dogs. The day before we got married, my sister showed up with a 10 week old puppy as our wedding gift. It was a real shock, but Max ended up being the best wedding gift we could have received. He was a Lhasa Apso and would have been a wonderful therapy dog!
Max, age 15
When he died at sixteen, we knew we would adopt another dog. I assured my sons that the right dog would find us and that we would have to wait until spring because I didn’t want to be training a new dog in the middle of winter.
We had a *very* snowy winter that year, but one day in early spring, my son Eric looked out the window and informed me that since the snow was *finally* gone, it was time to find a dog.
We went out to Natick to attend a ‘meet and greet’ of available dogs for adoption hosted by Save-a-Dog (www.saveadog.org), a local dog rescue organization. I cautioned Philip and Eric that we weren’t choosing a dog that day, only looking, as their dad was out of town.
I wasn’t looking for a puppy, or a dog that shed, or a dog likely to be a big dog. Then I saw this pup across the room and it was love at first sight. I snapped this picture on my cell phone, emailed it to my husband telling him this was our next dog.
The Save-a-Dog folks told us she was part Lab and part Plott hound--a breed I hadn’t heard of. We went looking on the net and found they were hunting dogs, similar in temperament to Bluetick coonhounds--scent hunters. And they could be 60 pounds. Yikes!
We put in our adoption application and after a heartbreaking day when we thought she had gone to another family, we got to adopt “Tigger.” When we received her adoption papers, we discovered that she was born the same day that Max died. My children say that Max understood we were sad and asked for Tigger to be born to keep us company.
This is the day we brought Tigger home in 2005. Two years later, Philip (the boy) is now about 3 inches taller than me! Oh--and Tigger is 35 pounds and fully grown.
My younger son, Eric, likes to take photographs, mostly of Tigger. This is his picture of ‘Tigger incognito’.
From the day we adopted her, I hoped that Tigger could be a caring canine. I have worked with her every day on obedience skills and tricks and we are thrilled to be a visiting therapy team.
Tigger is a wonderful dog. . .
She works hard, she plays hard. . .
and she sleeps hard.