Monday, June 02, 2008
my little leap of faith
Meet Lucy (she's the furrier one, on the right).
She's a Tibetan Terrier and she has just joined my family.
TTs can live for as long as seventeen years.
How ambitious am I?
We really wanted to get a dog from a shelter or a rescue organization (J-Dog is a rescue and possibly the best dog in the history of dog-dom). But we needed a dog that is healthy, good with kids, other dogs and cats (we almost adopted a wheaten terrier from a rescue group during winter but when the dog met a cat, he tried to eat it. Literally).
And hypoallergenic (D. is mildly allergic to both dogs and cats and we couldn't in good conscious bring another dog into the house who would irritate his allergies).
We also needed a dog who would happily come on long walks or runs with me when I am well and take it easier on the weeks I have treatment. After a year of cruising the internet and working the phones (I reached out to rescue groups across Canada and into the US), I reluctantly admitted defeat.
So we chose a dog from a very responsible breeder and a relatively rare breed with few genetic health problems.
And she's really sweet and cute, too.
I am almost as exhausted as right after my kids were born.
And very nearly as blissed out.
And, for the record, if something does happen and I am unable to take care of this sweet puppy (who we are all working very hard to train), T. and the boys will take good care of her. And of J-Dog. And even of our belligerent cat.
Because when this family adopts an animal, it's for life.