Cz, my room mate (and landlady) found her when she was showing a house in Scarborough. Since she loves dogs, too, she asked around, and was told the dog had been running around loose in the area for a couple of days.
She managed to lure her into her car, with some food, and brought her home.
I already had a GSD, who was on her last legs with spinal problems, and when S. showed me the dog, that was her 'sales' pitch. "I know you're going to have to put Lilli to sleep soon, so I thought maybe you'd want another dog, to make it easier when the time comes!"
My response to that was "The last thing we need in this house is a THIRD dog!" (S. had a collie mix.)
Then, I might have said, "Well, I guess we need to come up with a name for her. We can't just keep calling her 'hey, you!"
After a few minute's thought, the name Tasha just popped into my head. "Let's call her Tasha," I said.
"Where'd you get that from?"
"I dunno," I said. "Just came to me...Just seems to fit."
"Yes, it does!" S. agreed. So, Tasha it was.
She was totally untrained and turned the house upside down. She immediately figured out how to get into the closet where the dog food was stored. I bought a large Rubbermaid bin to put it in. She chewed the handles off it within 3 days. After that, I had to store it in the garage!
She was a hard-tempered dog, and quite a challenge to train. If she didn't want to do something, she'd try to find a way around it. For instance, it was amazing the number of times she'd decide she just had to have one more pee when you called her. Then, once she'd finished her business, she'd conveniently FORGET that you had called! :rolleyes2:
