Last week we went to the pet store to pick up some pet supplies and to buy some new fish for our tank. With a 20 gallon tank and only 3 small fish and one medium sized fish that hides during the day, our tank was looking rather empty. Every time we go the kids like to look at the cats that are there waiting to be adopted, and they always want to adopt them all. We already have 3 cats, and that’s PLENTY. But this time there were actually some dogs there for adoptions too. So we went to check them out and the kids were having loads of fun petting them and giving them treats. They had several puppies, and 3 older dogs available for adoption today. One of them I liked the look of her. She was pretty (a german shepard, collie mix), and the kids really liked her too. I talked Kyle into fostering her for the week to see if we liked her and if we could handle having another dog. And since we were fostering, if it didn’t work out we could just give her back the next weekend.
The week went smoothly. Being about a year old, she’s already house broken and goes to the back door when she needs to relieve herself. And the one accident she did have in the house was partially my fault. I saw her at the back door, and being in the middle of making dinner, helping kids finish up homework and trying to keep Chloe out of this and that and everything else, I didn’t go open the door for her and ended up forgetting that she had gone to the door. She really enjoys spending time outside, and since she’s too big to fit under the fence I can just let her out and not worry about her getting out of the yard. We only had trouble with her chewing one or two toys (but hey the kids were told to pick them up when they were done with them anyways!) And I did need to tell this dog multiple times that she’s not allowed on the couches or my bed. She also doesn’t bark very much. Someone had come to the door, and Chewy was barking like crazy. She got excited of course and was following Chewy to the door but she didn’t once bark at the doorbell.
So today it was the day that we needed to take her back and make a final decision. Kyle didn’t know if adding another dog to our current family was a good idea right now. He seemed to like that she had just the right coloring that Nana would have liked. And he felt like she’s a really good dog, but that’s just another responsibility, and since he’s never home that’s a responsibility that would most likely fall on me. I felt that she is a really good dog as well, but I was somewhat concerned that during the week she seemed rather depressed and had developed a cough. Of course her being depressed could be linked to the fact that the shelter only had her for a couple of weeks before we took her and she’s probably really uncertain about what’s going on. And the cough could totally be linked to the fact that she really enjoys to be outside, and it’s REALLY cold out there this time of year. The kids all just love her and of course thought we should keep her. Well after talking about it and walking around the store forever, and taking the family back out to the car so we could talk about it some more we decided to just get the dog and give her a good home!
The people at the shelter had given her the name of Annie, but I want to call her Jango. I think I’ve got most of the kids convinced, except Ethan. He wants to keep her name Annie. Kyle told him that if we keep her name Annie it would have to be short for Anakin. But they have a cousin named Annaleah (too similar), and we have two movies with the name Annie in the title (Annie, and Annie Get Your Gun). So I really don’t want to keep her name as Annie. The kids and I had a discussion about naming her Jango one night when Kyle was at work, and I told them that we can name her Jango, and then after Chewy dies we can get another dog and name it Boba (Notice how they are all Star Wars related names?). Then maybe we can get a bunny and name it Dooku (Ethan was trying to hide a smirk at that, he did think it a funny idea). Then he said that we should call a bunny Yoda, because Yoda is small and so is a bunny (and hey they both have long ears). Then Jeremy piped in “Ya because bunny poop is small!” I don’t know where he was going with that, aside from further pointing out that a bunny is small like Yoda, but it was really funny anyway.
Chewy seems to like her ONLY when she’s not trying to play with him, which is really funny. 🙂