Her name is KD Puppy. She is a black lab/bluetick coonhound mix, at least that is the SPCA's best guess.
I have wanted a dog for all of my adult life. I lived by myself for many years, with a work schedule that would leave a poor pup home alone too much. When I was married, my ex husband was not in favor of a dog, and I feel like you need two yes votes to bring a dog in to your home.
When Peter and I first got together I told him that I had always wanted a dog. He kind of brushed it off, like maybe down the road at some point. He wasn't saying no, just not just yet. We enjoy our little adventures and wanted some time to just be "us," before bringing a dog in to our world. Finally, this past September we decided it was time to start looking. Or rather, I decided and he went along with the idea. *giggle-giggle*
The plan was that I would start visiting the SPCA, and when I found a dog that I liked I would have him come and make sure that they were a good match as well. Our plan was a 1-3 year old dog that was trained at least a bit. We did not limit ourselves to a particular breed. We felt that our dog would find us. Peter has an affinity for German Shepherds, and I have always been crazy-fond of Dalmatians. Still, we, said, our dog can be a Chihuahua or a Great Dane, or a Beagle, or a mutt.
I went to visit the SPCA a handful of times. I walked some beautiful dogs, but none of them felt like a fit. One day, I walked a very sweet pitbull mix. She was a little tough on the leash, but otherwise well behaved around other dogs and humans. I came back to walk her a second time, and she was awful. Im sure that she could be a lovely dog with some serious training, but I have no backround in dog training and both of us work full time. Nope. She was not our dog. Sadly, I went over to pet a little puppy just to cheer myself up. The puppy was friendly and affectionate and sweet. She had my heart the moment that I saw her. She had these eyes that looked right in to me while she jumped up to give me as many kisses as I could handle. "Oh, " said a woman watching me. "That's your dog."
I have wanted a dog for all of my adult life. I lived by myself for many years, with a work schedule that would leave a poor pup home alone too much. When I was married, my ex husband was not in favor of a dog, and I feel like you need two yes votes to bring a dog in to your home.
When Peter and I first got together I told him that I had always wanted a dog. He kind of brushed it off, like maybe down the road at some point. He wasn't saying no, just not just yet. We enjoy our little adventures and wanted some time to just be "us," before bringing a dog in to our world. Finally, this past September we decided it was time to start looking. Or rather, I decided and he went along with the idea. *giggle-giggle*
The plan was that I would start visiting the SPCA, and when I found a dog that I liked I would have him come and make sure that they were a good match as well. Our plan was a 1-3 year old dog that was trained at least a bit. We did not limit ourselves to a particular breed. We felt that our dog would find us. Peter has an affinity for German Shepherds, and I have always been crazy-fond of Dalmatians. Still, we, said, our dog can be a Chihuahua or a Great Dane, or a Beagle, or a mutt.
I went to visit the SPCA a handful of times. I walked some beautiful dogs, but none of them felt like a fit. One day, I walked a very sweet pitbull mix. She was a little tough on the leash, but otherwise well behaved around other dogs and humans. I came back to walk her a second time, and she was awful. Im sure that she could be a lovely dog with some serious training, but I have no backround in dog training and both of us work full time. Nope. She was not our dog. Sadly, I went over to pet a little puppy just to cheer myself up. The puppy was friendly and affectionate and sweet. She had my heart the moment that I saw her. She had these eyes that looked right in to me while she jumped up to give me as many kisses as I could handle. "Oh, " said a woman watching me. "That's your dog."
I texted Peter to ask what he thought about the idea of a puppy. Of course, I enticingly included a picture of the adorable little peanut. He said, "could be cool," so I put her on hold so he could meet her. When the time came, she ran right up and licked his face, and he was also in love. "I've got cash on me, how do we make this happen," was all that he had to say.
If you ever decide to adopt a puppy, people will tell you that you are crazy. They chew things up, they need house training, they need a lot of exercise and play, even when the weather is horrible. All of this is true. But you know what, I don't mind taking her for walks, I love it. We keep a pretty close eye on her and divert her from chewing, but if she gets a glove or a sock, its not the end of the world. This dog has kissed away my tears when I have been inconsolable, snuggled with me and watched over me when I was sick. She sits happily at our feet while we read or watch tv. She has traveled with us beautifully. She gets me out seeing beauty on days when I would never have left the house for the cold. I have wanted a dog all of my adult life, but I never knew how deeply my heart would swell with love.
KD Puppy is seven months old. We have had her for four months, and I cannot imagine my life without her.
KD Puppy is seven months old. We have had her for four months, and I cannot imagine my life without her.
Peter named our beautiful girl KD, after singer KD Lang. "Lady in a tux=KD."
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