You knew this pattern was coming, didn’t you? I just had to wait until I didn’t tear up every time I thought about Ginger. She passed away in June at 14 years-old.
Ginger was a rescue puppy who came to us around 6-8 months of age. She was part Lab and part Beagle, so we called her a Leagle. She was a crazy beast who brought lots of love, energy, and adventures to our house. And now I smile every time I spy her felt likeness.
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I am guilty of a serious impulse purchase.
It’s been two months since we lost Ginger and I think of her every day. I miss having a dog around the house. That we would someday get another dog was never in doubt. We’ve had some discussions about what type of dog would best suit us. The list includes:
- smaller than Ginger size (Paul has always been a fan of dinky dogs)
- easily portable
- low shed factor
- a dog that will stick around in the yard with us (no hounds)
The other evening I pulled up Uncle Henry’s and started looking at puppies. Within the span of 24 hours I fell in love with a picture, drove with Hannah to Hartford, Maine – a 7 hour round-trip – to meet this little girl.
And plunked down a deposit. Was there ever any doubt?
She’s 3/4 Yorkie and 1/4 Mini Schnauzer and only 6 weeks old, so she won’t be ready to leave her mama until September 10.
I’m excited and have buyers remorse all at the same time. If we’d been able to bring her straight home, I would have been fine. But I have too much time to think: Did I do the right thing? She’s so different than any dog we’ve ever had, is she the right kind of dog for us? Will she be good natured? Will we be able to house train her? Will she be too high-maintenance? Will she be a cute Yorkie when she grows up or a scraggly looking waif?
And then I pull out my phone and take a look at her picture and fall in love all over again.
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