I don’t know if it is because I’ve gotten older or if I have “sucker” imprinted across my forehead, but we are apparently rescuing a 10-month-old pup soon.
I am not in the market for a new dog; my current four-legged daughter definitely is not looking for a new sibling, either.
A friend came to us with the story of this little girl. Apparently, this pup — let’s call her Velvet — was purchased very young by another friend of his. This little corgi mix has a big fluffy tail, odd markings and a need for a better life.
She’s never been in a house. She lives in a pen separate from other animals, with no socialization. She has never been introduced to a leash. No one plays with her. She is fed, and her pen is kept pretty clean.
Are you getting the picture why she is going to come live in Fort Scott soon?
When we were shown the picture of Velvet, I said, “Sandy, our current dog, will NOT be happy. Plus, she will be a lot of work.”
Conversation about Velvet would filter in every few days. Then my husband said, “We really need to rescue her. I don’t think she has a good life at all.”
Well, what do you say to that?
I said nothing.
Last weekend, one of our sons and his wife came to visit. They have a history of rescuing animals. They are consumed at the moment with getting everything lined up for a new house purchase, but they want to add to their furry family.
They said, “Well, if it doesn’t work out, you can foster her for us, and we’ll take her in October.”
These people are supposed to love me, right? Why are they making this so difficult to say no?
I know how the rest of the summer will go if we bring her into the fold. A pen needs to be built. I’ll need to teach her about a collar and a leash, introduce her to a kennel for when we travel, clean a pen every day and most likely incur quite a bit in vet bills the first year.
Better check me for fever, because I just said yes, and she will be brought to us in less than two weeks.
