On Wednesday, as I was pulling out of the driveway to go spend an hour at the kids’ school (where I did not see either of my kids, btw—but another story), I got the following text from my Husband:
Want a 9month old puppy named Haley?
To which I promptly replied: WHAT?!?!
And he called me as soon as I pulled up in front of the school. Did I maybe want to talk about it? I shushed him by saying sure, and went about my business.
We did talk about it though, and since then, I’ve not been able to get her out of my head. Hub did a job at this home and was being friendly with the puppy, and the owner casually asked whether he knew anyone who wanted a dog. They’d gotten her for their teenage daughter who just swore she’d look after her, and she doesn’t. And the puppy, a collie/shepherd mix, is very energetic. They don’t want any money for her; only a good loving home. They want her to be played with and to go on walks.
I am not a dog person at all. I’d begrudgingly agreed to start looking for a puppy,. Kids deserve to have a puppy. Hub has really wanted a dog since we put our ancient mutt down in 2006. She’s 9 months old, so while still a puppy, she is past the “puppy puppy” stage. She is mostly house trained. She has a super sweet face. And the more I thought about it the other night, something came over me that just said that she is the one. THIS is our dog.
I am calling the owners this afternoon. I have a few questions as far shots and spaying are concerned (as in, have they occurred), but I also wonder how she will be around the cats. If it is meant to be, it will be. I really hope it is.