Thank you for the good wishes, everyone. Our new little girl is officially Roxanne now. The main reason we didn't want to call her Raven was an old Newcastle joke about someone being a 'ravin' ratbag', which is not a nice thing to say to a bloke.
The poor little thing is so excited, she's been trying to drink her bowl dry (I put a stop to that), vomited twice, piddled in each of the kids' bedrooms and had a wee poop in mine. Nothing out of the ordinary for a poor little confused girl. Thankfully, Hubby's out at his Photography evening, so all the little messes have been cleaned up and the house is smelling like spring flowers. That's a lie, but anyway...
Hubby has fallen for Roxanne in the best way. She snuggled her muzzle into his hand and then went to sleep standing up with her head in his lap. He's in love!
All this occurred sort of suddenly: I just happened to be browsing the Bully Rescue pages and saw her and she seemed just right for us. When I rang, the woman told me 130 calls had come in for Roxanne, but most of them were from young couples who worked and wanted an outside dog. She felt that we were perfect for Rox and was convinced when Rox bounded up to my Matthew as soon as she saw him. Having been neglected/abused, Rox is a bit standoffish with unknown people. Once she's a bit more healthy and robust, we'll see to fixing that by taking her out and about and giving her lots of experiences. For now, our cats are utterly horrified that we've brought a New Animal into the house without consulting them. Rox is fine with them, but the cats have gone all snobby and won't even look at her without getting their backs up and hissing like old teakettles. LOL! They'll learn.
