If all goes as planned, tonight we’ll sign the papers to make us proud owners of a new dog. She’s a three-year-old-ish black lab who just seemed destined for us.
B and I had promised the kids we’d get a dog after we moved, but I just didn’t have it in me to take on a puppy right now, especially given that Elizabeth still pees on the floor. My cousin works with Heart of Texas Lab rescue, and she posted on Facebook that she was fostering a dog. The dog seemed like what we needed – young enough to still be playful but old enough not to pee in the house.
I tentatively broached the idea with B, and he immediately started grumbling about how he didn’t want a lab because they’re too big and shed and chew and and and. So I showed him the video of the dog. He watched it and said, “Call your cousin.”
We met the dog Friday night, and everyone fell in love with her immediately. Ella especially bonded with her, and I’m hoping this is the turning point in getting her to at least tolerate living out here. The dog spent most of the interview sitting at B’s feet, leaning on him. He, of course, was sold and ready to take the dog immediately.
She is beautifully behaved and very calm with the kids. She doesn’t jump on us or chew on things, and she walks very nicely on the leash. I’m looking forward to running with her.
Over the weekend we did all the official stuff like interviewing and filling out paperwork and paying fees. We’ve been approved, and tonight it all becomes official.
Introducing FeeBee (yes, I know that’s not how it spelled, but that’s how we say it). Isn’t she pretty?