Ryder: Day One
Full Disclosure: I have a very low tolerance for sleep deprivation. I have tried to make this coherent. If I have failed, sorry! 😀
Last fall we lost our dog to cancer. I knew eventually I would want another dog, but I was planning to wait till better weather. And I usually do shelter dogs, save a life. But this time I wanted a puppy, not a half-grown or grown dog. I have been dealing with abused animals literally for decades and this once I wanted to start from scratch and not be cleaning up other people’s messes. Jake, our last dog, took years to fix and I just didn’t want to risk going down that road again. Don’t get me wrong, Jake was a sweet and wonderful dog. But he was a ton of work with a lot of issues that had to be addressed.
So I wanted a clean (ish) slate. Something along the lines of a Shepherd/Lab cross or a Standard Poodle cross. Uh, huh. As I was looking around I discovered puppies from shelters were pricey. $150 to $300 depending on where you got them. Wow. And it was going to be tough to find a Shepherd/Lab cross at a shelter now. Why? Get this – they’re designer dogs now! Shepradors they’re called. And they are not cheap either. Who knew?
In the meantime, a friend had decided she wanted a Border Collie. She knew someone who had one and was put in touch with the breeder. Finally the pups were born and she went to check them out and pick one. She showed me pictures of a bunch of really sweet puppies. I noticed a reddish guy. She got a cutey with a half black / half white face.
Earlier last week I received a text from her. Apparently the reddish pup was returned (don’t ask – craziness) and couldn’t he find a home with me? I hemmed and hawed, should I or shouldn’t I, I wouldn’t be rescuing anyone, I was going to wait till later, I wanted a bigger dog, etc… I was going to say “no” but then I asked myself, “A month from now are you going to look back and regret not at least going to look at him?” So I caved and went to see him.
What did I find? Border Collies outside, Mom dog and 3? 4? Jack Russell Terriers, and a couple of preschool aged kids sharing space. Bedlam. Sort of. No one was causing trouble, just a lot of noise and activity. And a little puppy just doing his thing around everyone else. Mom was delighted to have company, i.e. a new play buddy. She danced up to me with her preferred fetch item and threw it for me to catch. And even though we were playing fetch in the livingroom, no furniture or people were knocked over. And mom had no problem with a complete stranger handling her. Eventually I got down on the floor and started playing with the puppy; and handled and pushed and pulled. He’s definitely going to be an independent little cuss, but he was a good guy. So I sucked in a deep breath and said I’d take him. *head desk*
Did you know that I haven’t had any dogs under 6 months of age since my teens? That’s more than one or two decades ago. And having baby critters is worse than having baby humans around. Baby humans can’t squeeze themselves into impossibly tiny places. And baby humans don’t have the ‘tooth power’ that baby critters have. So when baby critters put things in their mouth, they tend to shred them.
All babies have a tendency to over extend themselves. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to still have all that excess energy?!
That’s all for now. It’s been a long six days. Reality has jumped up and bit me on the butt. Did I mention I don’t do mornings? *head desk* But I’ll post about that later. Yaaaaawwwn.