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Dog Development
Posted Jul 6 2008
New Orleans Then: Ginger is the name I gave to the dog I eventually brought in from the streets in November 2005. For weeks, she had followed me from a distance when I walked my Labrador, the Amazing Dr. Watson, around the ruined blocks. When I finally brought her in, she turned out to be extremely jumpy and skittish, fearful of any loud noise and given to preemptive cowering. She was covered in scars and welts, and proved adept at finding hiding spots. Above, pictured in December of that year, she is attempting to hide in an empty hearth during a visit to a friend’s house.
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New Orleans Now: Ginger is still a mess, but she has come a long way from the twitchy, quivering stray I found hiding under a neighbor’s house. She still enjoys a nice hiding spot, especially a berth underneath my bed, and she has the mood swings of a seventh grader. Her interests include galloping, protecting the house from pedestrians, postal carriers and other dogs, and tormenting my stoic Labrador.
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