Motif and Doc’s Amazin’ Grace – AKA Maizie
After we lost Ribbons in April of 2019, I contacted three Boston terrier breeders we know. Well, after two precious Bostons, we’re hooked. Just gotta have another one. We wanted a retired female about three years old or more, and we favored certain bloodlines. Lots of pups were available, but only one older female. Her name was Maizie and she is now almost two and a half years old.
I had seen a photo of Maizie at 8 weeks on her owner’s website, and I liked her face even before I knew she might be ours. She looked inquisitive and friendly. I didn’t learn her registered name until later, and that made her even more special. She is a half-sister to Ribbons, so she was part of the family even before she came.
When I found a nice pet taxi at Goodwill for only $4.50 (half-price that day), it seemed a good sign and I decided to buy it even without knowing Maizie’s size. It turned out to be perfect for her little 15-pound body. Was that a coincidence—or what?
When God works things out…
We had hoped to get a dog sooner, but Maizie was due to have pups in September and we had to wait until they were weaned. Meanwhile, God knew before we did that my husband would have a back procedure in September that wouldn’t let him bend over for 4 weeks. I remember a doctor asking him if we had a dog, and I realized that having a dog then might have made his recovery more difficult. God had everything under control.
Maizie was owned by a veterinarian—the same vet that once took care of our first Boston, Lil, before we owned her. Glenna usually travels South for the winter; but this year, she waited until the day after Thanksgiving. We had been wondering how we could get our new dog, because she lived so far away. But then it worked out perfectly for Glenna herself to bring Maizie to us! God’s timing is never wrong, and things couldn’t have worked out better. It all seems meant to be.
Maizie has Finally Arrived!
Glenna met us late on a rainy Friday night after a day-long trip with 6 dogs (including our Maizie). It was a quick exchange that included all the health records and information we needed, some dog food, and Maizie’s blanket. Before going inside, I walked her around our yard (in the rain), thankful for a bright streetlight out front and thankful she did her business so quickly. I gave her some dog food and fresh water, and I added a few drops of Rescue Remedy—a mix of five Bach flower essence oils that help a dog adjust to a new home. It can also help calm a dog when traveling, going to a vet, or during fireworks or other stressful times.
I arranged her blanket inside the kennel and left the door open. While we watched TV, she went in and out a few times to check it out. She snuggled with us on the sofa and was very friendly with both of us. She also took a tour of the whole house with me following close behind. Later, she went into her kennel and laid down. I decided to take her outside one more time, for my peace of mind. I helped her go back into the kennel and I shut the door. We never heard a sound all night long. That first night together was—misleadingly perfect?
Working Through the Adjustment Process
I’ve been told to give a dog a few weeks to adjust, or even a month (we probably need that long ourselves!). Meanwhile, Maizie is in her little kennel from Goodwill at night and when we are gone, to keep her out of trouble. The first few times we came home and I opened the kennel door to let her out, she was very excited to see us. Let’s just say she got her exercise before calming down. This little dog can jump from the floor into my arms—but Boston terriers are known to be jumpers. Most of the time she is a “couch potato,” but she also has energy.
Dogs often need extra reassurance in a new family, but Maizie seems content as long as one of us is in view. She likes to snooze on my fuzzy kitchen rug when I am in the kitchen, but she also likes the sofa or my husband’s black chair. One evening she crawled over my legs to settle down between us as we watched TV, putting her head in my lap. If she needs comfort, she sure knows how to snuggle! Sometimes she stands up on her hind legs and holds up her paws as if to ask me to pick her up. When I do, she may give me a kiss or just look around. She seems to enjoy being held.
Working Through the Elimination Process
As I write this, we are in our second week. I had forgotten how much time, patience and vigilance it takes to help a new dog adapt to a different schedule and new surroundings! Maizie was used to using a doggie door whenever she needed to go out. We don’t have one of those. When she first went to the front door looking for an opening, I took her out, hoping she would figure it out. I try to watch for any sign she gives.
I take her out first thing in the morning, after drinking a lot of water or eating, and whenever she seems restless. And I praise her every time she relieves herself outside. So far she’s had one accident on the carpet, when I got distracted and it was too long between trips outside. It’s best to find a schedule that works and be consistent.
Maizie is very inquisitive. I think she has sniffed everything in the whole house. And she hasn’t chewed on anything she shouldn’t or torn anything apart. We are doing great, I believe—at least during the day.
Adjusting the Sleep Schedule
After Maizie entered her new kennel and slept quietly the first night, I was happy. We’d had no night problems with our other two dogs. The second night, however, Maizie started barking at 10 p.m. after I was asleep. I got up and gave her a “Composure” chew by VetriScience, for anxiety. It seemed to help.
The third night she yipped a few times, and the fourth night she started barking at 11 p.m. By midnight, I decided to take her out. She barked again at 1 a.m. and I ignored her—and I had to clean her kennel the next morning. On the fifth night, she barked some at midnight and I ignored her and she quit. Then she started barking again at 1 a.m. and I got up and told her firmly to keep still. She got the message and we slept the rest of the night. It was almost 5 a.m. when I heard one little “yip.” Well, I don’t mind her telling me when she’s awake. I’m just happy that she hasn’t barked at night since.
While my husband and I watch TV evenings, she is right there with us on the sofa, usually with her head in my lap. And I am aware of a sense of knowing that she belongs here with us. We’re family now.
Here are two helpful videos if you’re bringing home a new dog: