About this time sixteen years ago we were sorting out sleeping arrangements.
I had a duvet and pillows on the floor in the lounge, Hubby had the bed.
The nameless Puppy was tucked up in a drawer pilfered from the chest in the spare room, the bedding being one of Hubby’s old jumpers.
I woke up around 2am to feel a warm furball snuggled against me, so I got up and took her out for a wee. She performed immediately, and we went back to bed, me tucking her back in the jumper and she was soon fast asleep.
Next morning she was again snuggled close, so another visit to the garden, wee and a poo this time, and we had breakfast.
The farm had given us some kibble so we had some food for her, but that was about it as we’d kept nothing after Barney died, other than a squeaky boot which is still here on the knick knack shelf.
We took her to the vet for a once over, and he said we had a good pup. Still no name had been decided, so she was just listed as ‘Puppy’ under our surname.
It was coming out that she decided for herself what her name was going to be as Hubby could not go five yards without someone coming up to fuss the darling little puppy snuggled into his coat. I called her a people magnet, the ears pricked up, and Maggie was thus christened.
I know I’ve told this story before, but the reason I’m telling it again is because things will be different this time around.
We’ve been looking at rescue sites on the internet, and the local ones don’t have any dogs available of any age. We’ve contacted our vet and I had a lovely chat with the receptionist, who has made a note on our file.
Our concerns are meeting the dogs, and letting one choose us as both Maggie and Barney did. There is no way we would consider getting a dog purely from a picture, as I believe it is not fair on the animal to be suddenly left with strangers in unfamiliar surroundings. Imagine how confused and unhappy it would be if things didn’t work out and it was collected and moved again to more strangers. Both potential owners and potential adoptee pets need to meet beforehand, get a feel for each other, and begin the bonding process.
Breed is open at the moment, though we have our preferences, but it all depends on the dog and if it likes us, which to me is most important. I love dogs and will do my best for them, even if it means walking away.
It’s possible when restrictions are lifted that a lot of dogs, and cats for that matter, will be deposited at rescue centres as people return to work and are no longer able to cope with being away from the home and an animal that won’t understand, get bored, anxious or lonely, and could be destructive.
We have a lot going for us insomuch as we are home all day, we have an enclosed garden, go for walks daily, have no other pets or young children (which sometimes is called for) and have a lot of love to give.
It won’t be a snap decision though, but we are thinking about it, maybe sooner rather than later. I don’t think Maggie would mind. She knows she will always be my baby.