Thursday, June 25, 2009

who do you love?

I am absolutely heart-sick right now (more on that in a minute).

One revelation I did not mention that I had while hiking is that in spite of what I've been telling everyone for the last couple of months . . . I now want to adopt a dog. That trail I went on was one that Lu and I used walk all the time when she was a young gal - and I just couldn't stop thinking about her and then all of a sudden I just knew we needed another four legged friend in our home. And then I was completely filled with joy and excitement - amazing when something just clicks and feels so darned right.

Anyhoo, I'm heart-sick because today I visited two dogs I may be able to adopt and I want them BOTH! One is a 3 yr old lab/husky mix named Lucy

and the other is a 14 week old mostly black lab named Chowder.

They are both total sweethearts and such beautiful dogs. I thought for sure once I looked into each dog's eyes I would know which was meant for us, but they both melted my heart to pure sap!

So here are the stats:

Lucy -gorgeous coat, very loving, somewhat high energy but also well behaved
when she settles down, house trained, leash trained, licks alot (kids were not
real fond of that), does not bark hardly at all just does a little "talking"
when she wants your attention, Graham was pretty scared of her but I think that
would quickly change once he got familiar w/her, female - which was my
preference initially, seems like she would be an extremely loyal companion,
really needs a home (she's had several trial runs without much luck, some
concern as to whether she could dig under the coyote fence and get lost,
apparently gets anxiety first few nights and won't sleep but I think that
subsides, likes to sleep in the bed (not gonna happen at our house)

Chowder - cute as can be, kids loved him and felt comfortable with him,
extremely well behaved, house broken with doggie door (so that will have to
change), dietary issues that require special dog food and more$$, seems more
mellow and independent than Lucy, has had obedience training and knows basic
commands already, classes for us included in adoption fee, likes to chew shoes,
will end up being a pretty big dog I think (bigger than Lucy it seems), he's
male which means he's more likely to run off, sleeps through the night next to
bed on his own bed or in a kennel.

Wow - this is impossible. Lucy is supposed to come on Sat for a week trial with us so that's already in the works. Chowder's adoption requires someone visiting our house to make sure it's suitable. Tough to adopt a pet around here. Andy likes to point out that anyone can have a baby, but a dog? . . . gotta pass the test first. I really don't mind; I'm sure there's plenty of lousy pet owners out there and I'm glad somebody is looking out for these animals. Jeez, maybe you should be required to pass a test or take classes before having children.

Well, I think I have to sleep on this, that is if my quandary doesn't give me insomnia. I still have not gotten Andy's opinion since he's been at work all day. Sure wish he could've come with us. The boys of course want the puppy - no brainer. I have a strange feeling Andy will prefer one and I'll prefer the other - then what?

3 comments:

Mike said...

Your nuts. You can't take a dog home for a "trial" and think you are going to just drop it back off a week later. Know thyself - as soon as that dog sleeps the night in your home, you are its slave for life.

1953 Osage Drive said...

Right? That's why it's driving me crazy that this lady won't call me back about Chowder because I can't let Lucy come here before I know all the details . . . yes, I'm leaning towards the puppy.

Debbie said...

The boys want the puppy, you're leaning t'wards the puppy - get the puppy! Just don't don't don't get *both* of them (this from Bob)! Of course I thought "get both, that way each of the boys will have one" though it sounds like they'd both be fighting over Chowder and ignoring Lucy (at least initially). Listen to Bob (not my sinister self) - you've got enough on your plate.