Not Bread, Just Bailey

What Baileys Do Best

There are a few reasons I haven’t posted much lately. We were on vacation for a week, without internet access. We had to get rid of our puppy, Riese. He was a Labradoodle, and was just too active and hard to train (a story for another post). And then came Bailey. Yes, that’s him sleeping in the picture above.

Bailey came to us from a rescue shelter. He was the only beagle, in fact the only small dog, in a house full of mastiffs. After our experience with Riese, who was so rough the kids couldn’t even go out in the backyard with him, we knew we had to take our time, do our research, and find just the right dog. When we read about him on, we thought Bailey might just fit the bill.

Playground Monitor Bailey

According to the listing, Bailey was two years old, housebroken, neutered, and great with children and other dogs.  I e-mailed Cindy, the shelter owner, and got a response back almost immediately. It seemed like she was as excited about us meeting Bailey as we were. Cindy runs Canisolida Mastiffs Foster and Retirement Home. Although she generally takes in mastiffs and other large breeds, she ended up bringing Bailey home with her from West Virginia. He was six months old at the time and had been living on the streets with a homeless man. How could she say no?

Sit Boys, Sit

Cindy offered to let us take Bailey for the weekend. She said she’d call on Sunday evening, and would come pick him up if we didn’t think it was going to work out. And even if we did decide to keep him, she said she would give us two weeks to make a final decision. She brought Bailey to our house on Thursday afternoon, and by Thursday evening, we had made our decision.

Movin' Into Our Hearts and Home

I probably took 50 pictures of Bailey in the first two days he was here. He was probably sleeping in 45 of them. It is amazing to me that he literally just moved into this house like he had always belonged here. Cindy told me later that she felt the same thing: when they walked in the door, she could tell Bailey was home.


Bailey loves to go for walks in the neighborhood, and is so gentle on his lead that my five-year-old can control him. He loves to snuggle (obviously) and is always ready to give a kiss or a wet nose. He is playful but not at all aggressive. The girls are completely taken with him. And the feeling appears to be mutual.

I’m tempted to say he’s the perfect dog, but no dog’s perfect. I have a chewed up pillow to prove it. But we weren’t looking for perfect. Just perfect for us. And that’s just what we found in Bailey.

King of the Slide

Update: August 8, 2009

That last paragraph proved all too prophetic. Here are some photos showing what we came home to the first time we left Bailey home alone for about an hour.

Room with a View

You Needed New Curtains Anyway

Now I See     Who Made This Mess

Who, Me


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  3. Wolf said,

    August 22, 2009 at 2:28 pm

    And this is why Caena is crated when we’re not home. WEll, that and the cats would kill her. LOL

  4. Diane Baker said,

    August 21, 2009 at 11:02 am

    Looks like a demon took over that sweet little doggy!

  5. Kayte said,

    August 9, 2009 at 10:24 am

    I think next time you leave, you better leave the blinds up so Bailey can see out and watch for you…LOL. You think? One of our dogs, when I leave, always goes and gets something of MINE and puts it in his crate. Strange, but kind of sweet. Good luck figuring this one out. DON’T put him on a leash and tie him up in the laundry room…our friends did that and the dog managed to hang himself. Awful, just awful. He’s still very cute.

    • gaaarp said,

      August 9, 2009 at 12:31 pm

      Fortunately, we have a crate from our last dog, so Bailey will be crated from now on when we leave him. He likes to ride in the car, so we take him along most of the time anyway. As for leaving the blinds open, well they’re in a permanent state of open now, aren’t they?

  6. Kayte said,

    July 29, 2009 at 9:40 am

    What a great post…and such nice pictures of Bailey at home! Somehow the dogs just find the owners, don’t you think? We have two Tibetan Spaniels and I don’t know what it would be like around here without them holding court. Pets make you someone you thought you might not be: sappy for one thing! I had a feeling Bailey wasn’t going anywhere after the weekend.

    • gaaarp said,

      July 29, 2009 at 12:35 pm

      Right you were, and are, Kayte! I’ve taken your advice and updated the address labels. I just hope Bailey lets the rest of us appear in the Christmas picture!

  7. Di said,

    July 29, 2009 at 7:31 am

    Great pictures. I especially like the first one. Sounds like you’ve found the right dog! I wish we could have one (and I’m sure my girls do, too), but it just wouldn’t work for us right now. *sigh*

    • gaaarp said,

      July 29, 2009 at 12:36 pm

      Thanks, Di. We waited a long time to get a dog. And after our bad first experience, we might have given up, but for our girls. I hope you can get one for your girls someday!

  8. Görel said,

    July 29, 2009 at 2:13 am

    That sounds wonderful! I can only vouch for how much a dog can mean for a family. Our children are older, but they all have had and still have moments when the dog is their big comforter. Our dog is not very gentle, quite hyperactive, but there’s not an evil bone in her body, she’s very friendly and loves to wrestle and snuggle. She’s perfect for us!

    And it really sounds like you and your dog are the perfect match!

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