Friday, August 23, 2013
We all know things don't always work out as we plan. Seems that it applies to rescuing a dog as well.
As I'd planned on Monday, I went to the shelter. It had a shockingly small number of dogs, yet alone small dogs. I met three little ones and settled on a little min pin (miniature pincher). It was never a dog breed I'd thought of having but she won me over. She needed to get snipped before going home with me, so I had to go back on Tuesday to pick her up. Lucky me, they found out she has a heart murmur, a severe one, when they put her under for surgery. Needless to say, I couldn't financially give her that kind of care so I couldn't adopt her. Sadly this is the second dog I've wanted to adopt from this shelter that had severe health issues.
Though the adoption coordinator complimented me on being honest and patient with the process, by the time I got home I was on Petfinder searching for little ones. I found two at another shelter that I couldn't decide between online and went to see them. By 7pm, I adopted them both. They were a "bonded pair"; a mother and daughter Pomeranians that had been together for 7 years. Today is our third full day together and I'm so thrilled to have these wonderful dogs.
It often happens this way for me. My impulses are clear and true, and thinking it through and planning trip me up every time. I was ready to compromise to get a younger dog that ended up not being healthy but have lucked out completely with two older dogs. Something may be lurking inside them, which I'll find out when I get them to the vet.
As it stands now, they are obedient, playful cuddlers that have me thrilled to wake up before down to walk them. (That will surely change with the first snow of winter.)
I'm glad that I've waited to adopt them, though I've wanted to for a number of years. My weight is still revolving around the 300lb door, but walking my girls two to four times a day will certainly help my fitness, especially as we keep things going. Even my planning by searching SPCA, local rescues and petfinder paid off in helping me avoid rewarding puppy mills on Criagslist. Even the two failed adoptions made sure I'm able to keep my wits about me financially, instead of being over powered by my impulsive lonely heart.
I'm off to play with my two lovely ladies...