Oh, it’s Thanksgiving. I’m thankful for so many things, but I can’t help but shed a few tears for our dear old Sancho, who passed away two years ago. Here’s what I wrote last year, which led to us welcoming Just Jack into our family.
Oh, so heartwrenching!
In addition to not being ready to try to fill Sancho’s pawprints, I haven’t been pushing very hard to get a new puppy because Brian is at home with the kids all day, so he’s the one who will have to deal with a puppy. Also, quite selfishly, I’ve been enjoying the lack of dog hair.
I’ve been watching PetFinder.com and visiting several area shelter websites on and off for about 6 months. There just haven’t been any little puppies at the times that I’ve been watching. Of course, as I mentioned, I wasn’t really focused on the search then.
I’d love to be able to adopt an older dog that really needs a home, but Brian & I really think we need a small puppy. We have little kids, cats, and a neighborhood full of kids and cats! I can’t take a chance on a dog with a mystery history.
We had great success introducing Sancho to the kitties, because even though he grew to be 125 pounds, he started off smaller than the cats. He never once did anything aggressive towards those kitties. Oh, he was such a good dog. I’m crying as I write this. 😦
So we went and looked at a couple of 10.5 week old Rottweiler puppies yesterday. I thought, there’s no way we go look at puppies and don’t bring one home!
But you know, we just didn’t seem to have a connection with either of them. Maybe it’s because their tails had been docked. I don’t know. Brian and I were hesitant, but then Girlchild clinched it. Brian asked her, “Do you think we should invite one of these puppies to come home with us and join our family?” and she responded, “No, I don’t think one of these puppies is our dog.”
She then changed her mind, for the record, as we were leaving, and then changed it back again — so I don’t know how much stock we should place in her opinion here. She remains convinced, however, that we did the right thing in not getting one of those puppies.
No dog could ever take Sancho’s place of course, but we can make room in our life for another dog.