Once we adopted Chester and Emily (do refer to this week's earlier post)... we were happy. We were done. We had our two dogs. You do know that two dogs are so much better than one, yes? You know about the PAL program... pets add life? I've shared it before and although it took me a bit of time to be educated about this, I totally believe having more than one pet is a must, now.
Well, let me say that Chester and Emily were so good with the Wabby, who was without dog for several years, if you remember, we could only thank our lucky stars that we were so blessed. The Wabby seemed happy to have dogs again. And, yes, she did have them... they were hers. For the little time she was here to enjoy them.
Yes, Emily was and is a handful. She's willful, and energetic, and always has to be in charge...but, she's also extremely loving and playful and happy-go-lucky, which makes a fine contract to the 'old man' as Chester has become known.
There we were, basking in our completeness - a nice household of people and pets. Nothing more to be added.
And then... Kyla, who is a dear friend; Kyla who fosters Boston Terriers and whose puppy, Bill, was a favorite of ours - despite his diminutive size; Kyla came to dinner.
"What should I bring?" she asked over the phone.
"Oh, any little thing," we answered. What do you say when people ask that? We didn't mind if she came empty handed. It was her company we wanted, not... presents.
"Yes," we nodded. I know it was all on the phone, but we nodded anyway, and looked at each other in relief. Dessert meant brownies or cookies, easy things to pick up at the store. We didn't want Kyla to go to any trouble.
"Do you mind," she continued talking, "if I bring Bill?"
"Not at all!" we hurried to answer. "We love Bill, you know that. Will he get along with the big dogs?"
"I'm sure of it,"she said. "He loves other dogs. And, oh, by the way, I'm fostering a new girl. Her name is Olive. We rescued her from a puppy mill. Do you mind if I bring her? I don't want to leave her home all alone."
"No problem," we assured Kyla. "What's one more?"
And so, Kyla came to dinner. She brought Bill, she brought brownies, and she brought Olive.
In reality, we agreed to 'watch' Olive, as Kyla was going out of town and while her Mom was good with watching Bill, she was a bit leery of taking on the foster. Olive, it was known, was not as housetrained as one would like. And, she wasn't fond of her diaper.
"We can take her for a week or two," we agreed. "She seems to get along with the big dogs, okay. When will you be back, Kyla?"
"In two weeks," Kyla prepared Bill for traveling in her car. "I'll let the folks at the rescue know you're keeping Olive. They're pretty fussy about who gets to have the dogs they rescue. It was a bad situation and we need to get their approval, but I'm sure it's okay."
Olive, you see, was a puppy mill Mom. She'd been bred over and over for her entire 5 years, and it showed. She was a bit frazzled around the edges and... she'd already lost an eye due to infection. It didn't (and doesn't) slow her down, however.
"We're trust worthy," we laughed, giving the good-bye hugs. "Just let us know when you'll be back."
As if Olive was ever leaving us. Not on your life. She seemed to assume this was her home, had always been her home, and would always be her home. She fell in love with Emily and doted on Chester and... it was clear she had decided she was...one of them.
We paid the adoption fee and Olive became ours before Christmas. The big dogs were wary of her... Emily was worried Olive would usurp her...but over time, all the way to today, these three dogs have become so close, so bonded, and so happy together, they fill our lives with joy, each and every day.
And so, as the evening draws near, and the cool breezes bring clouds to the mountains of Colorado, the dogs at our house settle in on our bed, snoring just a little...and we hope they are dreaming of the morning's walk - of all the smells and the rabbits; of the other dogs they got to meet and the people who stopped to say hello. And we feel complete.
Three dogs are just better, that's all.
Oh... whatever happened to Wabby and... where does Molly fit in? Stay tuned!