Princess Viking Warrior

We had no intention of adding two more members to our family when we drove up to look at a house six years ago. After buying a house and establishing ourselves a little more, the intention was to acquire a dog or two. When we were ready, we were thinking of adopting from the Humane Society. Instead, when the realtor noticed our interest in the home and property and informed us that the previous owners were wanting to rehome their two dogs when they moved, this dog lover (me) placed her foot in her mouth. My husband and I made an offer on the property the same day after looking at other properties. Throughout the discussions, one question remained unanswered: are we willing to accept the dogs?

"Yes, we were serious about the pets," my husband said resolutely after a scowl from me. That is the brief storey of how Remington and her step-brother Gus came to be part of our family. While we still have and adore Gus, the focus of this narrative is about Remington and how she came to be known as the "Viking Warrior Princess."

Remington has always been the pack's leader, despite the fact that she is female. Prior to Gus' adoption, her previous owner said that Remington was the ringleader of the three dogs he previously owned. He admitted that she had always been obstinate, rebellious, and obstinate. She was and continues to be the dominant dog that makes decisions for the other dogs, as well as the one who gets into the most mischief. We discovered these assertions to be accurate, despite the fact that we had gained her devotion and respect over the years. Those respect points may or may not have been lost a few weeks earlier when she said, "What are you fools doing?" as we slid down our snow and ice-covered slope. Also

When it comes to goodies, Remington has a few special ones to watch out for. The first rule in our house is to never look away from your beer. Remington, like the Vikings of old who drank mead and ale, has a profound love for alcoholic beverages. We heard reports that when the previous owners were here, this was a redneck hangout. We feel that assertion is also accurate, based on her fondness of taking valuable beers and the beer cans we gathered about the property and delivered to a recycling facility that spring.

She enjoys raiding our garden and basement cellar for potatoes and sweet potatoes in addition to drinks. She always manages to find a way to assist herself, no matter where we place or conceal these objects. There is a way where there is a will, and Remington epitomises that drive. We put buckets on the tops of shelves, and it was a mystery as to how she got to them for a long time. She was, in fact, climbing the shelves to get to them. We found it out because she kept escaping their outdoor kennel until one day we caught her in the act.

When we went to work on good days, we kept them in a kennel area with doghouses. This way, they could run around and enjoy the sunshine while being well-supplied with water and food, and it would (theoretically) discourage them from chasing us. When Remington had undone one of the kennel's locks, they hunted us down and we had to pick them up from a neighbor's house a few times. Initially, we believed it was the only way the two could escape. Even after adding more locks, Remington was waiting for us on the porch when we returned home.

It was a wonder how she got out until one day when we left something at home and had to turn around shortly after leaving. She stood paws and nails between the chicken wire at the top of the barrier when we returned. Her agility astounded and thrilled both my spouse and me. Who would have guessed a bully pit could climb so well?