Guess how terminally huge a sucker for punishment I am? Go on, take a moment to mull it over.
OK then. I am officially the world’s biggest sucker for punishment. Ever. Because we added a dog to the family today. Not that I woke up this morning thinking that I would have another dog when I went to bed tonight, not at all. We have clearly been thinking about it though.
I was happily minding my own business on twitter (damn you twitter!) this morning, quietly sipping an illegal cup of coffee, when someone posted a link to a Facebook profile (damn you Facebook!) of PETS that urgently need adoptions to be done as they have run out of funding. And I swore I would never get a puppy from them because they spammed me really badly last time. But hey, seize the moment and all. So I called and they sent me the list, complete with photos, of all the dogs they have available.
I then emailed the list to hubby and we narrowed it down to 3 doggies that, thankfully, were in foster care not too far from us, so I arranged to take the kids with me. Yes, I know, another monumentally fabulous decision, knowing how hysterical the girls get around animals. But my darling husband was at work so I had no choice.
The first house went pretty much as expected. The girls screamed hysterically even before we made it through the door as there was a kitty at the front door. Then a doggy came running down the passage. Queue more screaming (twins) and cringing (me) and stoicism (Daniel). This is how that doggy looked. Daniel wasn’t that interested in him, but he did pat him whilst I was trying to disengage the girls from my bra. (lovely dog though, I could have taken him)
The second doggy was equally cute, but didn’t appeal to Daniel at all. And there was more screaming. The poor lady from the first doggy went along and I think by this time she was getting a little worried about my children in general and my parenting skills in particular. Business as usual then.
At this point I knew hubby was home, so I went to drop the girls off and Daniel and I set off. And it was love at first sight. Daniel and the puppy went straight for each other. And she said we could take him immediately. Not exactly the little lap dog I had in mind, but hey. Check those ears 🙂
And here he is, all settled in. On our couch. And he hasn’t really moved, he is in heaven. The girls? Well, they have been giving him a wide berth, but no hysteria so far, so clearly a good choice. Our old Labby has been the most hysterical, but he has also calmed down to a mild panic. Now we just need to figure out where he is going to sleep.. Oh, and the cat has gone MIA.
Just as a last thought, I would like to thank everyone that takes the time, effort and money to look after abandoned animals despite their own circumstances, this really stood out for me today. There is a special place in heaven for you!