Her name is Kona- named after the place where we would both like to race one day (Hawaii Ironman World Championships). In the triathlon world, when you mention the word Kona- everyone knows what you're talking about. "You went to Kona" doesn't mean you vacationed there- it means you raced there.
I adopted her from the Oklahoma City animal shelter. We lost Max in late September, and after our Golden, Jimbo, was showing major signs of depression we thought he needed a pal. I went to the shelter and picked her out. She was sick with heartworms, but I knew we could help rehab her. She had the sweetest face, and just called out to me to take her home. Bonus for us October was half-price adoption month, so I was able to take home a pup who was spayed, treated for heartworm and given her shots for only $25. OKC is a kill shelter, so I felt much better about going there instead of a no-kill rescue. At least I know I saved a life.
Jimbo absolutely hated her for the first couple weeks. Would growl, snap and bite at her. He's gradually coming around. They have even been seen playing together in the backyard, and once he helped her escape from her little dog run that she had to be kept in during her heartworm recuperation period. They're not like peas and carrots just yet, but I'm hopeful.
I can't wait to take her out running with me. I think she'll be a great running partner. She came to us already knowing some commands, and she's a quick learner.
We're very blessed to have such a sweet dog in our care!
Kona in the car on the way home from the shelter, but after a bath at the dog wash.
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