We added a new curly-haired boy to our family.
Olivia’s been begging and pleading for a dog for years, but with Erin allergic to dogs, we had to wait until she’s had enough allergy shots to build up an immunity. And we couldn’t get just any dog.
We had a long list of demands:
- We wanted a rescue dog.
- We wanted one that was hypoallergenic and didn’t shed.
- We wanted a medium to large dog.
- We preferred a puppy.
With all these requirements, we figured we’d be waiting a long time before we found the right dog. I mentioned all this to my co-worker who volunteers with the awesome Stonecliffe Animal Rescue organization. She then took it upon herself to become our rescue dog matchmaker, or as she likes to call herself, the puppy pusher.
We headed to an adoption event a couple of weeks ago, just to look. Wow, was that a mistake. We had no intention of adopting a dog that day, but Olivia thought we’d be going home with one. When she realized we wouldn’t, she lost it. We tried to explain that we had to find the right kind of dog, but she wasn’t interested in hearing explanations.
We then decided that we wouldn’t be going to another adoption event unless we found a dog that would be a good fit for our family.
Well, my friend found one in less than two weeks. She emailed me a photo of this guy, a poodle-terrier mix.
Sure, he was a little rough around the edges, but look at that face! We knew he had potential. Plus, he met just about all of our requirements.
So with this image and an application filled out, we headed back to another adoption event, but didn’t tell the girls where we were going. They pestered us with plenty of guesses along the way, and when we arrived, Olivia screamed, “I knew it!”
Upon meeting Gatsby (that was his original name), the girls took to him like a lab takes to water. We knew we couldn’t very well leave again without him.
Once we completed the paper work and officially adopted him, we took him immediately to get groomed.
This dog got the complete treatment, blow-out and all.
He seemed to adjust to his new home pretty well, especially since we outfitted it with toys, treats, and plenty of attention.
The true test would be at night. Would he whine all night in his crate? Well he wasn’t perfect, but I sure got a lot more sleep with him than when I first brought home any of the girls. And for now, he certainly likes peeing and pooping outside more than inside. Let’s hope that trend continues.
We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. Erin’s a little scared of him. He’s also not a big fan of the leash, he likes to jump up on people, and gnaws on our fingers and toes, but I’ve got a feeling with time and lots of patience, Buster is going to fit into this family just fine.
Now, who can recommend a good trainer?