Hi, my name is Reina!
I was rescued almost a year ago from a high-kill shelter in Kentucky by the Kirkaldy family in Middlebury, and so far my training of them has gone well. They have learned not to leave any food out anywhere, even high up on kitchen counters; to lock the trash away when they leave the home; and not to leave any shoes where I can find them, take them into the back yard and chew them up. Sometimes they call me Chewbacca, because for a while I also gnawed on furniture.
But what did they expect? I had a tough life in Kentucky and it took a while for me to adjust. I’m still a little nervous around small children and bicycles, but I am getting much calmer and happier, I guess because my humans take pretty good care of me. I think they like me. They say I’m doing well at staying, sitting and coming, and probably they appreciate that I do such a good job of protecting our fenced back yard from squirrels, the dog next door, and our neighbor on the other side, Mr. Bliss. He really seems nice, but you can never be too sure, and barking and dancing on my hind feet along the fence has kept the home safe from invaders so far.
My favorite things are walks, meals and treats (well, of course!), car rides, getting up on the deck table and surveying the yard for trouble, and wrestling with my sister, Crown, whom my humans rescued from the same shelter the year before me. That’s a lot of fun. I do wish my people would get rid of that darn vacuum cleaner. My name is Spanish for “queen,” so maybe I can order them to ditch that scary machine. I’ll let you know if my humans listen to me. If not, I guess that will be OK. They do let me get on the couch and chairs, after all.