To Dog or Not to Dog, That is the Question. The saga of when, where and who continues to preoccupy my Christmas mind. I cannot believe the huge void in my life now that Cookie is gone. Dualistically, I can pick up and go for long periods without worrying about a pet at home. Am I ready to adopt? I am still seriously considering fostering a dog for one of the rescue organizations until it finds a home, but what if I fall in love with it?
I continue to look at rescue sites and at the suggestion of Cathy at Rover Rescue, I went to the Carson Animal Shelter last night to take a look at this guy:
Rover Rescue is debating about rescuing him. He could be a foster dog until he was adopted. The shelter personnel have nick-named him Captain and he is about six years old, a stray male. He was in a kennel run with two other animals about his size (12 pounds?), but Captain was aloof with me, but certainly not with his volunteer Evelyn.
I spent 1 1/2 hours in the shelter and there were many, many other people there, too--some to adopt, some searching for lost pets, or reporting lost pets. Periodically it seemed like all the dogs began to bark and howl simultaneously--perhaps 75 or more of them? I actually adopted a Shep/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix there many years ago. My eldest son kept her when he moved as she was more than I could handle. She lived to 14.
Another rescue, Duchess, a shep mix, turned out to be a fence jumper and I was forever bailing her out of the Hawthorne pound. She lived to about 10.
If you have never visited a shelter or pound, try it sometime. If only they could talk; there are endless stories there of abandonment, abuse, running away, viciousness, economic disasters or death of former owners. It pulls at your heart strings. There are an inordinate amount of chihuahuas and pit bulls, more than any other breeds.
I fell in love with a little spaniel mix female named Amie and actually put my name on a list to possibly rescue her, but I knew almost immediately that I had been too impulsive. (No photo) When I talked to Cathy this morning about Captain, she said they have been keeping an eye on Amie but I guess she has some serious emotional issues. They are very careful who they rescue.
She did tell me about another dog named Miranda, a Corgi mix, whose photo is up at Rover Rescue's site. Here she is in a thumbnail shot. She weighs 26 pounds. They did rescue her already from the pound and she is apparently being evaluated at a local vet and is available for fostering and/or adoption. She looks a little like Cookie, doesn't she? I'll go to Redondo Beach's Centinela Pet and Feed on Saturday where she will be on display. If she isn't adopted, I may be able to foster her.
My mind is all over the place. I miss having a dog so much, but I also know having a dog is a huge responsibility which I take very, very seriously. The freedom to travel and just wander for long hours is limited, although Cookie did travel with me sometimes.
I can hear my late sponsor saying, "The Universe is in divine order," as I try to "push" what is going to happen regarding a dog. I know I have to simply wait and see what transpires. They speak so much these days about setting intention and then letting the Universe do its thing--letting go and letting God. My problem is that I'm sending mixed messages. Ideally I want a female, smallish, around 2-3 years who is friendly, good with kids, and relatively healthy.
So, I am praying for discernment. Miranda, Captain, Amie--and how many other dogs are out there hoping a person will choose them? Countless, I know. Has it always been like this, or is this a sign of our times?