Of Poodles and Puppies....

The house was too quiet on Thursday...I'm so used to the background noises of our two dogs. The sound of their nails on the linoleum, the sound of their breathing as they lay by my feet as I worked, the sounds of them asking to be let outside. I knew I couldn't take much more of being in an empty house. Yes, we have 3 wonderful cats, who will climb on your lap at the slightest provocation to be pet.....but it's not the same. So we had a family conferance to decide what we wanted in our next dog. Matt didn't really have a preferance. Sara wanted a poodle (a black one..or if we couldn't find a black one she wanted a pink one)..I really hadn't put much thought into it, but the more I considered the idea, the more I could see myself enjoying a poodle. I knew I wanted a rescue dog, so I got on petfinder.com and looked to see what was out there. We were in luck (kind of)..there was a miniature poodle only 3.5 hours from us. So I rented a car and at 5:30 Friday morning I headed off to get our new dog. It's funny how fate works. Yes, the shelter had our poodle..however, he had some sort of liver problem, which meant he had to be on medication everyday for the rest of his life. That's just not something I felt I could deal with right now. Looking around, I found they also had a large selection of chihuahuas/pomeranians from a hoarder/breeder they had confisacted a few months ago. There was a lovely little longhaired chihuahua that I seriously considered...but looking at him just reminded me of Snort, and I couldn't handle that right now, either. Eventually, I settled on a lovely little girl named Ladybird.