Well, nothing new on the TTC front to report. Last cycle amounted to nothing, and we’re definitely not trying this cycle (or next cycle).
So, to fill our time, we made a slightly impulsive decision to grow our family another way:
We had to put our sweet dog Mabel down a few weeks ago. She was about fourteen years old, and we had been aware that she had breast cancer and a tumor in her rib cage for about a year, so it wasn’t a really big surprise, but it was still incredibly hard. When I rescued her from the shelter six years ago, she was a wild banshee. She just got sweeter and more tame with age, so letting her go was heartbreaking. It was clear that her time had come, and we were with her through the end. I grieved hard for about a week, and then I just felt the hole that she left. I know we will never replace her, but I wanted to meet/love/train/bond with another dog. Also, we still have our sweet male dog (who is nine, almost ten), and I figure that as long as I’m walking one dog, I can walk two (or three). So, we went to a rescue event and brought home this little nugget. She is about four months, and she was at a shelter in Houston that has to euthanize almost 50% of their strays, because adoption rates are so low. A rescue group transported her to Boulder on Friday, and we met her that night. She reeked and was completely out of sorts from the long trip, strange surroundings, and cold weather.
Over the weekend, she settled in like it was always meant to be. She is full of it – chewing, running, jumping, climbing, and eating whatever she can find, but she is also sweet. Puppies are exhausting. Poor Newley even reached his play limit yesterday afternoon, after she dive-bombed his face for the 647th time. She was unfazed by his warning bark.
We’ve named her Nora, and she is 100% mutt. She’s 25 pounds now, but I think she’ll end up 50-60 pounds. If it were up to me, I probably would have rescued another adult dog, because they have the least chance of finding a home. I also find it very rewarding to earn their trust and help them experience a normal life of comfy bed, plentiful cookies, and long walks. My wife had never had a puppy, so she wanted a little one. Nora was our compromise, but when we buy a house, she has agreed that I can adopt one more adult dog, bringing us to three. If it were up to me, I’d have six, but I know the logistics would be tricky, haha.