Anyone who has followed this blog knows my girls have been campaigning for a puppy for a long time. Tori spent the summer working at the tennis courts across from our apartment in an effort to save the money needed to provide and care for a dog. She painted a special box, and in it she put together piles of money designated for certain things. She had/has everything from a bed to vaccinations accounted for. When Tessa received some money for her birthday last week, she offered to pay for the dog itself.
Now before everyone says “how could you buy a dog when so many need to be rescued?” We did not go to a pet store, a puppy mill, or insist on a full breed puppy. What we discovered was that even rescues cost money. This puppy came with a $200.00 re-homing fee because the people selling her wanted to know that the people taking her could care for her. We found her on craigslist.
When I talked to the guy selling/giving her up, he offered to send additional pictures of the three female puppies he had left. When he did, it was impossible to pick so he said he’d meet us at a Petsmart and we could choose. This was on Tuesday evening and we weren’t available on Wednesday, so we anxiously waited until Thursday. I think it’s safe to say we were all fearful that the puppies would be sold out from under us or something else would go wrong, and it nearly did.
We left to pick the girls up from school, only to hear one of the tires on the car making a suspicious sound. Sure enough there was a huge bolt in it. Fortunately we were able to get to a gas station where they pulled the bolt and plugged the hole, promising we’d be able to make the hour long drive to pick up the puppy. Of course, just for good measure, traffic was awful and we were late, but when we met up there were three adorable puppies to choose from. I instantly knew which one was ours, and Tori agreed. Tessa wasn’t sure until I picked up my favorite, at which point she melted. Could I have afforded it I’d have gladly taken two.
So far, Charlie is six weeks of perfection. She was up twice during the night, but as promised the girls got up with her and took her out to the deck to try and get her to go to the bathroom on the potty pad we have out there. So far, she generally prefers potty pad adjacent, but it’s a process, right? At least she knows to lay peacefully on her bed while I write, so she is clearly the dog for me!