I had been looking for a pup since we tragically lost Atticus on New Year’s Eve.
Poor Scout was devastated (as were we all) and lonesome without her littermate… (You can read that story here.)
Almost immediately, I started looking for a companion puppy. I wanted a large breed puppy who was young enough to assimilate into our menagerie without too much drama (read: likes cats – or young enough to get swatted a few times and learn).
I figured the task of finding a puppy would be really easy with all the dogs languishing in shelters. I thought the most difficult part would be picking which one!
That is when I wrote my rant about how I couldn’t get arrested in this town let alone have any of my adoption applications accepted. You can read that rant here.
After that rant, many of you sent in ideas for me. A few of them were local to California and I followed them…
However, I did have a lead, finally, at a local pound where I saw online that they had a puppy who looked a lot like Atticus! I wrote how excited I was about going to see her the next day… I also wrote that I was a bit upset at myself for not having gone to the shelter immediately after work (in my good clothes) to discover her, instead of going home first and looking online.
UP TO DATE…
Now we are up to date… the last time I chatted about this, I was excited and couldn’t sleep because the next day I was going to go meet her at the Shelter after work. You can read that blogpost here.
YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS PART…
OK, so if you remember, a friend of a friend of a friend worked at that exact shelter and was going to let me know if the pup was still available the next day. She was also going to read the pups’s card and tell me her exact age and whatever else she could find out.
Well, at 9am that morning, I received an email titled, “Bad News”.
I opened it.
The email said that the puppy already had ‘a hold’ on her.
I couldn’t believe it! She had been there for a week and the day I want to go see her, there was a hold placed on her.
The one other female puppy I had seen was ‘bad with cats and other dogs’. The male puppy was out being neutered.
I was totally stopped in my tracks – again!
I shook my head and turned my fist to the sky demanding, WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
How hard is it to get a large breed puppy who likes cats and fowl?!
An then, about a minute later, I received another email from the owner of Scout and Atticus’ parents:
Dawn there is a possibility Scout’s sister Mayla is available for adoption. Let me know if you might be interested as the gentlemen who has her now has faced some recent hardships. Give me a call if you would like too chat about it.
I knew this guy and this puppy! They had been there when we went to pick up Scout and Atticus!
I emailed back immediately.
I was given this man’s phone number. I had to wait until 1pm to call.
I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW HARD THIS MUST BE FOR HIM…
I had some time to think about what the man must be going through. I know how devastated we were without Atticus. I knew how quiet the house was without him. I knew this guy was single and the loss of this pup would resound loudly.
I called him.
When he heard my voice and knew why I was calling, he started tearing up.
I asked if he was ready.
He said, “NO, but I know this is better. I know it is better to have Mayla running on 10 acres and playing with her sister, than being cooped up all day in a crate or in a hotel room.”
And then he started to cry.
I told him that I understood… and I let him tell me all about her.
Josh (that’s his name) had a series of bad luck recently. A big job fell through. That job would have placed him on a large piece of property for years… Instead, he was in a hotel room while he figured out what to do next.
Mayla had ‘destroyed’ it – basically – while he was looking for work.
Josh then moved into a home that had a small backyard. But, Mayla dug too much. The landlord said she had to go.
Josh was devastated and didn’t know what to do so he turned to his friend, the one who had bred the litter, and asked him if he could take Mayla back.
Josh made that call on the morning that I was headed to the shelter to get a pup.
I told Josh that I could meet him right away.
Josh was stoic and said that he would meet me in Truckee, halfway between us both.
I got in my car and drove there – without a leash or anything because I left from work.
We arrived in Truckee at the same time, a bit more than an hour later. Me, excited. Him, devastated.
When Josh pulled up beside me (Mayla was riding shotgun), I could feel his distress in his current situation and his distress with his decision.
I looked at him and hugged him.
He exploded into tears.
You can probably surmise the contents of this brief meeting… I tried my best to assure him that I would take excellent care of Mayla and that he could really truly visit anytime.
He tried to maintain his composure but every moment was like a knife for him. He begged me to not change her name…
Josh picked up his beautiful baby and put her in the back seat of my car – and like SOPHIE’S CHOICE he practically ran back to his car, leaving his heart ripped out and bleeding.
I just stood there, watching this scene and having total empathy. I have known that pain and I wished I could have helped him more.
Josh drove off.
I sat in my car and we took each other in.
She was beautiful. Mayla looked much like Scout but had Atticus’ face – just smaller.
Mayla sized me up and kindly licked my face. She had no idea what had just happened but she was game for a ride.
I took a few pics and then got on the road.
It was Valentine’s Day.
After spending the entire ride with my elbow in her chest or my arm across the opening between my seat and the shotgun seat (she really wanted to sit up front and I really didn’t want her to sit up front while I was driving down snowy mountain roads…), we arrived back in Grass Valley.
It has been two days… Scout and Mayla are best buddies. Mayla is much more happygolucky and energetic than Scout. When Scout tried to dominate, Mayla just shrugs and finds something else to do.
“Whatever, Dude. Don’t get your panties in a bunch…”
She’s fitting right in.
As I stand back and shake my head… I ponder… how in the world did it work out like this?!
I am amazed.
I realized that sometimes it all unfolds completely differently than expected – but more perfect than ever dreamed.
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