To those of you who might have already read my posts about getting a dog in my blog, my apologies. But you know, I’m kinda excited and preoccupied, so:
Weâ€™re getting a new dog. Weâ€™re getting a rescue from a local Golden Retriever Rescue group. Our son is grown and out of the house. We have some disposable income. This whole exercise is clearly some sort of surrogate adoption experience.
It started with the adoption procedures. (Thatâ€™s what the rescue group refers to it as, â€˜adoption.â€™ Giving them a dog is called a â€˜surrender.â€™) I filed an application and paid a fee. That was followed by a phone interview. And then a house visit, where we wre again interviewed and our home was inspected for suitability. We discussed what kind of food we would give the dog, where the dog would sleep, and promised to repair a couple of places in our fence.
Then we got a call asking us if we would foster a dog with option to adopt. Thatâ€™s Hudson, the doofus pictured above. Heâ€™s 2 years old and was found running alongside the highway. The woman who rescued him has a child under two and another on the way and although Hudson is really good with her child, well, heâ€™s a dog. And he is more than she can handle. Could we take him? Absolutely.
Yesterday I got
the stuff for the nursery ready for him to come and live with us. Because we already have the worldâ€™s most annoying mini dachshund, we put up the old giant dog crate in our bedroom where Hudson could retreat to safety. But he needed a mat for the crate, of course. So I went and bought a mice comfy foam mat with a cover that fits in his crate. And he needed a new leash, and Shellyâ€™s food is for Senior dogs and heâ€™s not seniorâ€¦well, you get the idea.
Weâ€™ll pick Hudson up on Friday.
At least thereâ€™s no baby shower in the offing.