(click on the photos to see them in full)
Marking a momentous occasion in our family's life: we have signed the papers and are now officially the owners of our two dogs, who came to us through a rescue agency. We'll never know their full story. All we know for sure is that about a year and a half ago they were found together, wandering the streets in cold weather wearing matching pink sweaters. And no one came to claim them at the crowded shelter.
We're pretty sure someone loved them, though. Someone definitely fed them from the table (we don't do that, but Suzi's probably never going to give up hoping that we might just, someday.)
While there are difficulties in not knowing their history, and in adopting older dogs, and while I'd be lying if I said the transition has been entirely hiccup-free, we're truly happy that they came our way. I'm developing the theory that all it takes to become a dog person is to get some dogs (or, hey, even just one -- we weren't actually looking for two dogs, it just happened that these two came together, and needed a home). I wasn't sure I was really a dog person, and was afraid that it would be hard to get used to the hair and the extra work, but it hasn't been. I just lowered my domestic standards a teensy bit more to make room for the hair.
Because I really just love these loving furry little creatures.
I've even got funny voices for them. Suzi's goes like this: "What's happening? What's happening? What's going on? Something's going on! I just know it! Exciting! What's happening? What's happening?" all in a very fast high-pitched tone. In a much suaver tone, DJ murmurs, as if talking to herself on a hidden recorder: "Secret agent DJ, on the job. I've sent the little one off to scout out the scene while I hang back and eat her treat, which I hid earlier. It's all good."
We signed the papers on Saturday, and these are some of the photos taken immediately afterward. Everyone was very excited. Well -- and happy. Just plain happy.
As you can see for yourself.
There will be a brief pause in services on this blog, unless I figure out a way to post remotely: I'm bound for Winnipeg tomorrow, not home til Tuesday, very late. Bags are packed, schedules organized (here at home, I mean), Kev will be in charge.
We can do this, right?
Labels: dogs, readings