OK, it's been a bit. Christmas came and went, we are into 2014 already, pretty crazy how the "vacation" went by so fast.
I'm thinking that having a puppy might possibly kill me, if it doesn't, travelling will or some other peril of the season that I haven't thought of yet.
We had puppy drama about 60 hours before we were due to leave for my father in law's house.
The entire week before we were to leave, Big C was getting a funny feeling about where we were supposed to be leaving our new pup for the holidays.
We knew even before the little guy was born that he could not come with us to the "nord" Too long a journey, too small of a house and an old cranky dog that would not play well with our pup was going to be there.
No problem, we'd made arrangements with the breeder ahead of time, and he said he'd take him back in over the holidays for us without any issues. Awesome, so we made the decision (based on more than just this) to go ahead with the purchase.
Except, we find out later that the breeder really had no intentions of having any of the pups over xmas. If he had any still left he was looking to farm them out to another friend of ours.
Wait. What? You said you would take him, but really weren't going to keep him? Or you could take him and then leave him in a crate for 6-7 hour stretches?
I don't think so buddy. We're doing fantastic with housetraining, an accident in his crate could set us back 6 months. What the hell is going on?
Now let me get this straight. I never had any great love of the breeder before this day and will have even less after, but he is a pretty good dog guy and we expected a bit more. Not a little puppy locked in a crate in a cold room waiting to get out, we were looking for more Norman Rockwell family Christmas if you get my drift.
OK, so now what? We are leaving before dawn Monday morning and it's now Thursday evening, we have to drop puppy dog off by Sunday afternoon somewhere, except now the question is…where??
Big C gets a hold of whomever he can. Most of it in desperation because who the hell is going to take a 10 week old puppy over Christmas this late in the game?
Our friend who had said she may be able to help us out had a relative's dog forced on them to recuperate from a gruelling surgery so she couldn't help us. She did have a friend down the road who would take him in, but no real information on who/what she was like.
Saturday morning we were still no further ahead. Big C asked if I would contact the lady that I'd been emailing about our old mudpuppy's condition. She took in dogs with special needs/medications and treated them like family. She was interested in meeting our beloved girl and took the time to research seizures and their effects, so even though we hadn't met, she was pretty special in my books.
I sent out a last ditch email attempt with a cute photo of our pup attached and hoped for the best. Maybe she would know someone caring in the area that could take him.
By lunch time I had a response…she could take him but would have to work something out for the 24th/25th as she had to go away. If she couldn't find anyone we'd be up shit creek pretty much, or left with someone we didn't know or staying home.
2:30 rolled around and she'd done it, she'd found a client of hers that would take him in for the 2 nights that she would be away. We could drop him off Sunday afternoon.
Yeehaw! After talking with her at length Saturday evening, I knew we'd found the right spot for our boy. A true lover of dogs, she busted her butt for people she hardly knew.
Oddly, she kind of thanked us too. Her young dog had an isolated seizure a couple months back and she was very happy that she'd been in touch with us about their effects etc…
Funny how things work, funny how there are angels out there willing to put it all on the line to help someone out. We owe her a huge debt of gratitude and hopefully can pay it back/forward in the future.
We dropped him off on Sunday afternoon before going out for supper. Within minutes he was at home, there were even videos when we returned home of him meeting her dogs and going for a walk in the woods.
Very cool. Even more videos and messages kept coming and he was an instant star on her Facebook page as the week progressed.
I thought of him often but never worried. He has stole our heart in one short month and I know already Miss K would be lost without him. He's the first thing she thinks of in the morning and one of the last at night. But he was in a good place and in all likelihood wouldn't have cared if he didn't come back to our house.
We got lucky this time and hopefully we can send him there in the future too. Is it cheap? No. Is it really close to home? No. But it is worth the drive and the expense to know that he's safe and well cared for? Absolutely.
Thank you to our Christmas angel and to all those who did angelic things for almost strangers, we need more people like that in the world
Til next time when I tell you about wanting to choke our new pride and joy...
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