You’ll probably notice that this post is a day late, but with good reason: we rescued this beautiful girl from the animal shelter on Friday. It all happened quite fast, actually, as I’d been trying to decide if I was ready for another dog yet for a while. I mentioned to Leo Friday that I thought I was and then on the way home from picking Ethan up from camp on Friday we stopped at the shelter. And came home with Dagny.
She seems to be very happy in our home, although she was quite anxious at first. She’s about 10 months old, but had been in the shelter for a month or so, so she’s forgotten whatever potty training she might have had before. We’re crate training now, and hopefully she’ll be a quick learner, because so far whenever she’s out she thinks the carpet is her bathroom, refusing to even go outside sometimes. It doesn’t help that the little bunnies that are ALL OVER THE PLACE here distract her to no end!
Anyway, I’m so happy we found a new puppy to love. I had almost decided that I didn’t want to adopt another dog after Ozzie died. I thought that would be a way to protect myself from the horrible pain of his being sick and then losing him. It was the hardest thing I ever had to suffer, and I didn’t want to go through that again. But then I realized how ridiculous that is, and would I want to actually live my life that way? forever trying to protect myself from pain & suffering? Actually, yes, I would like to live that way, but not at the expense of deep love and intimacy with other living creatures.
And once I stepped into that shelter (after removing myself for a second to BAWL my eyes out) I knew I couldn’t leave without bringing someone home with me. They all need so much love, and if we have some to give, we should.