...we had a plan, holding it tight in out little hands, we flung open the door and headed to the shelter...just to 'see' what they had, just to 'check' on who needed rescue, just to 'look' mind you.
The last few months have been strangely quiet without our Graciela, not that she was a noisy dog but it seems to be more of her presence that I long for. We talked about another, neither one of us sure, and then decided to keep the status quo. Maybe we weren't ready for another dog, the commitment. Maybe we weren't quite sure if we should invest so much of ourselves at this time in our lives, after all every dog who has ever owned us has lived about fifteen years. So we thought about it a while longer.
And we made a list;
medium sized, think beagle-ish
30-40 pounds top
a rescue dog
shots and surgeries all up to date
no nippy-barky-bitey types
Holding tight to our little list we went up the hill to our local rescue shelter. They had about thirty cats that day and four dogs. Two were lab/pit-bull mix and one was a pit-bull. The fourth dog was outside at the time so I peeked out into the yard, not really at all interested, and walked back out to the waiting room. I waited a few minutes for hubs to return and when he didn't I went back to the yard area. There he was, laying on the ground along with this rather large dog...playing. Uh-oh.
Throw the list out the window...His name is Charlie, a 2year old water spaniel/lab mix, chocolate brown, long-wavy hair, huge feet, about 65 lbs, full of piss and vinegar, acts like he six weeks old, gentle and kind, Maude approved...and we are completely smitten. We've had him for about two weeks now, our trial period is over, and I think he's decided to stay. Welcome to your forever home sweet Charlie.
photos to follow. Happy Monday!