So we recently, like 36 hours ago at the time of this writing, adopted a dog from a rescue.
We had been talking about it for a long time and had been putting it off for this reason and that, like waiting for a fenced in yard, summer, the stars to align…
But what started as just turning in our adoption paperwork so that when the aforementioned stars aligned we would be ahead of the game, turned into a virtual house visit and then a puppies in the park meeting the next day with our current 2 dogs and the new 10 week old puppy to bringing him home that very day. It was a whirlwind.
He came from a puppy mill down south and was the last to be adopted from his litter of 8 puppies. I think we were in the right place at the right time and he just sort of fell into our laps and we feel fortunate for that. I know that it doesn’t always go that way. So thank you Universe.
What followed was a tense but improving melding of the 3 dogs. We went from snarling nipping barking ferociousness to tolerance and brief reminders of just who is the lead dog (I think they all think they are) to combined walks and some cautious investigation. All pretty standard and fairly successful for 2 OLD dogs and one puppy. There is still room for improvement, but I suspected it would take weeks and weeks, so I’m happy. Apparently waiting for food is a cease fire moment where the melding process is starting.
We have set up a sleeping place away from the other dogs for Icky with subdued lights and “puppy music” from YouTube, which is classical in flavor.
It’s getting better and better, even though it is literally like What IS funny though, is that until just today, I never made the connection to the name of the rescue we got Icky from:
I know right? I can’t believe this didn’t occur to me until this very day!
“David Bowie – Diamond Dogs”. This is the cover spread. The edited one of course.
I’m not speculating that the owner of Diamond Dogs Rescue is a Bowie fan, but the connection between Bowie and our new dog is impossible for me not to write about.
Things are shaping up and each day is a new adventure, but it’s exhausting being a puppy.
I’m going to lobby for Alexa to play Icky Bowie instead of classical soothing puppy music.
I know you will probably point to hundreds of school kid science fair projects about string bean plants and those played classical vs those played rock music and the growth results, but is a puppy the same? Who knows.
Maybe I will keep “Blackstar” out of the rotation, you know, just to be safe.
Welcome to the family Ichabod.