Jack on his first week home with us. 9 weeks old
It starts with the thought of getting a dog at some point. Safely off in the future.
You’ve had dogs in the past, maybe grown up with one or two. You really can’t imagine a proper, settled home without a dog. But, it’s not the right time- you’re too busy, schedule is too erratic- no time for yourself much less a dog. You haven’t even moved into your own place- that’s a month away.
And then you hear about a dog that needs a home and you begin to think that, maybe, you can supply that home. And the love needed to make it the right home. You play with the idea at first- ‘Wouldn’t it be great if”… or “That’s just the kind of dog I want when…”. You try to put it out of your mind by thinking that someone else will step up and take the dog.
But, gradually, you begin to see the dog with you- sharing your life, your future together. It’s not the dog that you planned to get- maybe a different sex, color, size or type. It’s certainly not the time that you planned to get a dog- off in the future when you feel settled and ready.
The current owner has to get rid of the dog- it’s only six months old but not fully housebroken, not trained and the roommates want it out. But, you’re optimistic- with enough time and attention- it can be housebroken and trained. You can train it, love it and help it to be the great dog that every dog should have the chance to be.
So, you make the arrangements to meet the dog. A place and time is set. You wait on Sunday afternoon, busying yourself with chores, for the owner and puppy to arrive. But, they never do. This is what my daughter did on Sunday. Wait. And she’s still waiting.
She’s hoping that she will hear from the owner- by the end of the week at least.
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