This afternoon on the way to drop off Megan, Jeran and Joie at band practice, we saw a truck parked in an empty lot with a huge sign on the window for beagle puppies. We didn't stop, even though they begged and begged. On the way back home from dropping them off, Nate and I stopped "just to look." There were several other interested parties gathered around the last remaining puppy, vying for her attention. She walked right over to Nate, who was a little unsure if he should pick her up or not, and pawed at his foot. Then she stood there and looked at him until the owner told Nate he could pick her up, which he did. We asked all the standard questions, just being curious while we were holding her, and one by one, the other people left.
I don't quite remember how we got from "just looking" to falling in love with her. Nate, who has been having a really difficult few months had lit up like a child. I said something about needing to call Tim, but with my phone in my hand I thought of the pending conversation. I'd have to convince his rational mind that my emotional mind was right. I decided not to call Tim. I know. I broke all the rules of responsibility associated with getting a new pet (not to mention rules associated with maintaining a healthy marriage relationship), but Tim is on board too. It actually didn't take much convincing. I called her a therapy dog, and he was on board.
Thirty minutes later, an 8 week old puppy was flopping around our living room, and it was time for me to go get the other kids from band practice. I didn't tell them about the dog. As we drove past the now empty lot where the truck had been, I could hear their disappointed groans. They had missed their chance to see the puppy. "They must have found an owner," I said, hiding a smile. We arrived home. Nate was laying on the floor looking under the couch. Jeran kicked Nate to make sure he was still breathing. "Dude, why are you looking under the couch?"
Nate says nothing. Jeran shrugs and walks away.
Megan and Joie kind of look under the couch but don't see anything.
Jeran, still a little curious, returns and looks. He saw fur under the couch and started feeling around. Instantly, he jerked his hand back with excitement, jumped to his feet and whispers, "I felt a puppy!"
Energy filled the room, and there were children happy dancing all over the place.
Immediately, Nate informed them it was his puppy. Several hours later, everyone but Joie is ok with that. They have their drums, piano, viola, singing, basketball, soccer, etc. Nate has a puppy. Nate trained Champ. Nate likes animals. Champ can't do agility and Nate wants an agility dog. Enter Beagle puppy.
Naming a pet is always interesting. Nate named his Beagle puppy Blossom because (in Megan's words) "It's a beautiful spring day, and she's a ball of sunshine."
We'll beat our track record for second dogs this time. Really, we will. Champ likes her. Unlike Angel, who annoyed Champ and tried to boss him around, Blossom is indifferent to Champ. Within 10 minutes of meeting Angel, Champ had growled at her and bitten her. So far Champ and Blossom just play. She's courteous and he's curious.
And Nate is the proud new owner of Blossom.