Trixie - Fostered in SE Nebraska

If you're sitting quietly in a chair—or stretched out on the bed—don't be surprised if Trixie comes trotting over absolutely desperate for petting and baby talk. She wants attention. She wants her ears cupped and scruffed. She wants her back rubbed and scratched. She backs up, dashes away....then comes back for more.<br/><br/>But if you reach to pick her up or hold onto her, she'll suddenly remember that trusting people is still a work in progress.<br/><br/>That's Trixie.<br/><br/>When Trixie arrived in foster care in March, you couldn't touch her at all. Today she's dashing up for attention, prancing around, diving in for a scratch...then dancing back out again. She wants affection -- she wants it very, very much—but is still learning that it doesn't have to come with strings attached. <br/><br/>She isn't afraid of people anymore. She's afraid of being trapped. There's a difference.<br/><br/>Watching that transformation has been one of the great joys of fostering her. Watching it continue could be one of the great joys of someone else's life. When she decides you're her person, you'll know you earned it.<br/><br/>Trixie is about two years old, weighs 19 pounds, and has beautiful amber eyes, a fluffy tail, and ears that deserve their own fan club. They don't just flop—they have opinions. Sometimes they're straight out to the sides like Dobby from Harry Potter. Sometimes they're folded over. Sometimes they're standing at attention because she heard something interesting three counties away.<br/><br/>She also loves other dogs and enjoys playing with them. (Be sure to watch her video—her ears deserve their own starring role.)<br/><br/>She's making excellent progress with house training, uses a dog door, is learning to walk on a leash, and is beginning crate training.<br/><br/>What breed is she? A DNA test of her sister Dixie revealed something amazing! Dixie—and presumably Trixie—has the DNA of 19 different breeds. Nineteen! This little 20-pound dog is mainly Labrador Retriever and Chihuahua, with chunks of Beagle and Cocker Spaniel, and then everything from Boston Terrier to East Siberian Laika. You may need to carry an index card with the full list if someone asks, "What kind of dog is that?"<br/><br/>She's spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and on monthly heartworm prevention.<br/><br/>If interested in adopting Trixie, please fill out the application at www.bassetandbeagle.org. Her adoption fee is $400

If you're sitting quietly in a chair—or stretched out on the bed—don't be surprised if Trixie comes trotting over absolutely desperate for petting and baby talk. She wants attention. She wants her ears cupped and scruffed. She wants her back rubbed and scratched. She backs up, dashes away....then comes back for more.

But if you reach to pick her up or hold onto her, she'll suddenly remember that trusting people is still a work in progress.

That's Trixie.

When Trixie arrived in foster care in March, you couldn't touch her at all. Today she's dashing up for attention, prancing around, diving in for a scratch...then dancing back out again. She wants affection -- she wants it very, very much—but is still learning that it doesn't have to come with strings attached.

She isn't afraid of people anymore. She's afraid of being trapped. There's a difference.

Watching that transformation has been one of the great joys of fostering her. Watching it continue could be one of the great jo

If you're sitting quietly in a chair—or stretched out on the bed—don't be surprised if Trixie comes trotting over absolutely desperate for petting and baby talk. She wants attention. She wants her ears cupped and scruffed. She wants her back rubbed and scratched. She backs up, dashes away....then comes back for more.

But if you reach to pick her up or hold onto her, she'll suddenly remember that trusting people is still a work in progress.

That's Trixie.

When Trixie arrived in foster care in March, you couldn't touch her at all. Today she's dashing up for attention, prancing around, diving in for a scratch...then dancing back out again. She wants affection -- she wants it very, very much—but is still learning that it doesn't have to come with strings attached.

She isn't afraid of people anymore. She's afraid of being trapped. There's a difference.

Watching that transformation has been one of the great joys of fostering her. Watching it continue could be one of the great joys of someone else's life. When she decides you're her person, you'll know you earned it.

Trixie is about two years old, weighs 19 pounds, and has beautiful amber eyes, a fluffy tail, and ears that deserve their own fan club. They don't just flop—they have opinions. Sometimes they're straight out to the sides like Dobby from Harry Potter. Sometimes they're folded over. Sometimes they're s