More nice people were coming to visit again, Gypsy thought with excitement. She watched them walk toward her kennel, ready to show her delight and thanks that they had come by the municipal shelter. Time to jump and sing!
It was her M.O. every time she saw new families in her seven months with animal control, but it didn’t seem to be working. Her exuberance could be overwhelming. Gypsy was a smart, sweet pit bull mix who enjoyed the company of other dogs and needed a home that could give her lots of exercise. However at just 2 years old, she was still a youngster who had lots to learn.
She needed training and some new foot traffic, and so through its partnership with local animal control officers, the Connecticut Humane Society welcomed Gypsy to Newington for a fresh start.
And that’s exactly what she got, along with a check-up with CHS veterinarians, who discovered she already had early periodontal disease. She had also let her enthusiastic attitude get the best of her—she had “happy tail,” which meant she’d caused lesions to form on her tail tip from wagging into things around her, like walls, at high speeds and with strong force.
CHS veterinarians monitored her tail, spayed, vaccinated and microchipped the energetic girl, and treated her for sniffles and coughing. Once she was better, her smarts (and, mainly, her need for large rooms that could safely accommodate an over-active tail) got her promoted to office assistant. Gypsy helped out in an office and even made the training room her home, standing tall with her front paws on the door’s window to keep a look-out for visitors!
Now with more space, she was less jumpy and her “happy tail” risk was under control, but another ailment popped up. All you mani/pedi fans can relate to this one: She broke a nail. Upsetting enough for a human, and even worse for a pup. The bandage on her paw gave her a cute new accessory, but had to stay dry and clean, requiring use of a plastic bag when she went outside for walks.
Sometimes for Gypsy, it felt like two steps forward and three steps backward. That is, until she met a new friend who could offer her lots of attention and playtime and wanted to make her his new family member. That day, it was 20 steps forward, right out the door to her new home with Dad.