My husband, half wistfully, said the other week “I wouldn’t mind having a dog again.” That was about all it took for me to start a full out assault to find The Perfect Farm & Companion Dog. I choose not to think of myself as compulsive but focused and energetic!
As with any new animal endeavor on the farm we clearly decided WHO was going to be responsible for the dog. That would be myself and the girls. I then laid out for the girls the responsibility of a dog and the who-was-going-to-do-what-and-when-until-the-dog-dies-of-old-age. Other than no one is excited to pick up poop they were onboard.
I created my criteria since I am in charge of training; dog 2-3 years old, smaller breed/mix between 15-25 pounds, easier to train breed, sturdy and more mellow then hyper. This criterion was leaning towards a “used” smaller dog so I started looking at the local shelters. WOW! If you want Chihuahua or Pit Bull lineage you are in luck. Otherwise it is pretty slim pickins.
A member of my vanpool (remember – I still have 1.5 weeks of work left) works for the Seattle Humane Society. While riding home last week she whips out her iPhone and starts pimpin’ out the available dogs at the shelter to me. We see one that looks perfect that just became available. The next morning she e-mails his details and I fire back “Hold him for me!!!” And then her bewildering response, “I did, but you are third in line for him!”
What?! Turns out 2 other families had already gone out in his few short hours of availability and put back-to-back holds on him. I had to tell the girls the news that the likelihood of getting him was nil. And then wait to see if the families claimed him.
Friday night family one passed on him. My hopes were up!!! First thing Saturday morning family number 2 adopted him and brought him home. I told the girls that he had been adopted by a loving family and we would find another dog.
And then for the next 4 days I got to hear Bryn’s stories of Magical Thinking about getting him. They all went something like “I keep thinking that you got him/he ran away to us/you’re hiding him/ they give him to us.” So sweet, so determined.
That girl must have some powerful Magical Thinking! Wednesday I got a call from the shelter. He had been returned due to allergies at his new home. Would I be interested in him? ARE YOU FLIPPIN’ CRAZY!! OF COURSE!!! I got up from my desk and walked over there in the rain and an hour later Jake was riding home with me on the ferry.
The girls are thrilled! Bryn got up at 5:45 AM to be with him before school this morning.
From being a stray running the streets of Eastern Washington to our little farm and family on Bainbridge Island Jake has had an interesting journey. He must have been meant for us….helped along by Bryn’s Magical Thinking.