I found a picture of myself as a child holding a Beagle.
That’s Snoopy from Charlie Brown. I did not know this (never heard of Charlie Brown while growing up in Switzerland). I called the stuffed dog Hundli (diminutive of Hund, which is the German word for dog).
I’m about 6 in this picture. (My bangs are kind of choppy…) 🙂
Anyway. I’m going someplace with this…
Since the last time I posted about getting a dog at the beginning of lock-down, the husband and the girl child have searched high and low for a puppy, or at most a young dog, to bring into this house. (I would have preferred an older dog which was happy to walk regularly but maybe not bounce off the walls…)
They did not find one. I mean, they found many, but none that were available.
It appears everyone is adopting dogs while quarantined.
They were in contact with breeders and humane societies, kijiji and rescue organizations, you name it. Each time they found a possibility, the dog was already spoken for.
(At one point I actually thought, maybe the planets are lined up in my favour?)
But they didn’t give up.
The girl fell in and out of love every day, first with Beagles, then Hounds, and inevitably started looking at Labs, Retrievers, Rottweilers…
Even St. Bernhards.
Here was my reaction:
Too big! Too much shedding! Too much drool! Too much everything! This house is not big enough! 😳😭
Finally a few days ago they found a reliable breeder of Beagles and Hounds, and there is to be a Beagle litter in June, and the pups will be ready for adoption in late August, and they communicated via phone and email, and they submitted a deposit, and they check out as reputable and certified, and… (help me).
It’s official: We are getting a puppy. A Beagle puppy. In August-ish. 😳
I have so much to analyze and process over this, but I’ll stop myself before it gets out of hand. I will only say this: the leash is tightening around my neck when I was hoping the opposite would happen. I was ready to leave the house more, not less, and by myself, not with kids and dogs, and go places that weren’t associated with youth sports so much…
Sorry, I digressed.
But I have come to realize we live in a new reality. Coronavirus has impacted our regular lifestyle, and the youth sports component is currently non-existent. If/when it comes back I anticipate the activities to be restricted in terms of time commitment, and especially with travel and away tournaments…
So maybe, just maybe, the time to raise a puppy is now, and maybe not the end of the world?
Anyway, I am hopeful it will include a less cluttered house.
Since this puppy thing is a reality now, I have zero apprehension in announcing, at elevated volume, supplemented with finger pointing, and placed on repeat, my new standard phrase:
What will a puppy do to your stuff left here? And here? And over there?
Anyway. We’re getting a puppy. I don’t know if I should cry, laugh, or commit myself to the nearest loony bin.