Mutt. Kelly. Dogs we have known and loved.
We wanted a dog. We got children.
We wanted a dog. I got ME.
We wanted a dog. Herself got more and more sick.
We want a dog. We couldn’t cope with a puppy. We need an adult dog that wanted a quiet life.
L volunteers at the animal sanctuary. We told her we’d like a dog.
Last week, L phoned. Might we be interested in a Westie? He’s 8.
Oh, yes we are.
We went to visit. Hmmm, they said, the children may be too young. Hmmm, they said, the dog may be too set in his ways. Hmmm, they said, he may not respond to you.
A few days later- days of walks and stroking and playing- glimpes of his wee self are coming through. A dog that needs to be in a quiet, predictable, boring household with someone around most of the time. A dog that wants short walks, good rubs and to be allowed to do his own thing.
A ‘home inspection’.
A visit to the pet shop.
Would he like us? Would the sanctuary let us have him?
Trying not to imagine the clatter of little paws on the wooden floor, or a wet nose snuffling its way under the quilt to wake me up.
Wondering about training- he hasn’t had a life full of love and care and his manners need brushed up. We’ll find a class to help us all.
L just phoned. They say ‘yes’. We’re getting us a dog.
Jake is the one for us. A whole new character for our story. Exciting times ahead.
With thanks to the ever clever Kate for the post title 🙂