Our melting hearts have nothing to do with the 40-degree days we’ve been having around here. Nor are they related to to dingy, melting snowpiles outside. They’re all about a certain sweet hound who has recently come into our lives. After many months of trying to adopt a dog, we finally came home with just the right guy yesterday (Sunday) afternoon.
He’s a Bluetick Coonhound mix (some lab in there, judging by his face). In our rounds at the shelter, he had such a sweet, calm demeanor that we talked the counselor into letting us meet him– even though they are really hesitant about placing rescue dogs with families w/little kids. We’ve been there several times, and I’ve met a lot of dogs there– this one was a real connection. And they must have seen it, too, because they let us take him home! For a while we called him Carleton (after a salt-n-pepper haired character in the TV show Psych– I know, so very “literary!”). But that didn’t stick, and now Guster, or Gus, seems to be his name. As we left the shelter on a busy Sunday afternoon, Will was holding the leash and Quinn was announcing to the people in the lobby, “That’s our doggy!” And me? Well, I was crying of course… I don’t think I realized how very much I wanted a dog!
So we’re getting adjusted to one another. Gus was rescued from animal control in South Carolina. A lot of Southern dogs get transported to New England because, apparently, there are a lot more adoptive homes available, perhaps because the spay/neuter laws have controlled the local population. So he’s been on quite a journey for the last– who knows how long, but at least a few months. He’s about a year old, and really, really loving. Also pretty calm for his age. We have lots to do in the coming days– crate training, refresher house-training, vet visits, obedience training for the two of us… etc.
Yes, I feel a little overwhelmed… but we’ve been waiting a long time to add a doggy to our lives. Seeing the smiles from Will and Chloe– who’ve waited at least 7 years for this– well, it’s totally worth it. The fact that it was Will who took him outside at 1:30 this morning? Well, that helps, too! Still, I needed a whole bialetti pot of Casi Cielo to get myself through the morning after our first night with Gus. Maybe it’s time to go make another pot?