Things are pretty quiet at Coburg Hill at the moment. That will all change next week when we get a new dog.
Emma has been researching dogs for a month or so, and a few weeks ago sent me a message saying “I think I did a bad thing” which was code for, ‘I inquired about a dog without consulting you’. She didn’t hear back from the inquiry and began to learn a bit about how it works with various rescue organisations, how well resourced they are to be able to respond to inquiries or not.
She also became focused on Chinese Crested dogs. Yes, the ones that look like a cross between Gizmo from Gremlins and an ugly Clydesdale horse but miniature.
Thankfully that fad passed and she put in an inquiry for a dog that doesn’t like men, growls at big dogs and unknown if it liked cats. Other than that it seemed like a good fit. (Uh, yyyeah.) She reflected on it and withdrew her application on a gut feel that it wasn’t quite right. Good call. And I know it was hard for her given how much she had put into the applications and actually getting to the point of being shortlisted, made it hard to withdraw and I respected her choice.
Two hours later she got notice of a mini fox terrier that was good with cats, other dogs and is very friendly and cuddly. What more could you ask for!? There was only one photo of her and she was in a town 3 hours away but it felt like a good match so we brought B up to meet her and it went really well. Because the dog was surrendered to the Council pound the rules are quite strict and they won’t release her before she has been desexed, which I totally respect.
When we drove up we talked about the pros and cons of things like, oh, I don’t know, getting another dog, and um, marriage. In both of these conversations I got more present to the positives, tho still didn’t really think we needed another dog until we got there. And I fell in love with her. Chances are there will be lots of photos in the coming weeks of her when we get her home. She will be post op so will give her some space to just chill as much as we can. But once she’s feeling up to it, it’s play time!
This is post 34 in 45 post for 45 years.