When we lost our beloved golden Belle three years ago, we
were all devastated. She had been part of the family before there were even
Bonn kids. It took three years for us to agree to get another dog. Some family
members were more agreeable to a new fuzzy friend than others. After the initial
grieving for Belle, we started to notice it was nice to not have the hair balls
rolling across the floor and we didn’t always have to make sure we were home at
a certain time to let the dog out. We missed the fuzzy snuggles and family
walks but we started to adjust to life without a four legged friend.
Well, I should say three of us adjusted and one continued to
pine for a dog. Audrey would put “dog” at the top of every birthday and
Christmas list. She would attach leashes to her stuffed animals and walk them
around the house. When she resorted to making a dog out of cardboard, Michael
and I decided maybe we really did need to add another dog to our family.
On her 10th
birthday this past summer we told her we would start looking for a dog – much
to her extreme delight. We have a lot of requirements so we reminded her it
might be awhile. I refuse to get a puppy. Belle was a tough puppy. Besides the
housebreaking – she chewed wood, dry wall, my leg, anything. I know my limits
and a puppy I couldn’t do.
We are partial to Golden Retrievers and Labs so we signed up
with a Golden rescue organization. After completing a very lengthy application
and having a phone interview and a home visit (I am not kidding), we were found
to be a suitable home. Phew. If we are raising kids here, I would like to think
we are suitable to raise a dog as well. We were told if we agreed to “foster to
adopt” a rescue, we would probably find a dog sooner. My experience with Goldens
is that most are not aggressive and good with kids so we said we would be open
to the idea.
Then came Nemo. The organization we are working with has
been getting some of their dogs from Taiwan. I guess there are a lot of dogs
running “wild” in Taiwan. The picture of a pack of wild goldens on the loose
kind of cracks me up. Will they lick you to death if approached? We were called
and told that four dogs were arriving from Taiwan and did we want to foster
one? We got their pictures and the kids agreed on Nemo. All we knew about him
was that he was housebroken, had his shots and was somewhere between 4-6 years
old.
When Nemo arrived a few things became immediately clear…he
was malnourished, on the upper end of the 4-6 range and not really housebroken.
The first day he had an accident in the house I figured it might be related to
the stress, long flight, drugs I am sure he was given to make said long flight,
etc. etc. The accidents that happened every day after were harder to explain.
We took him to our “welcome to the states” vet visit to learn all the baggage
he brought with him. After talking to the vet about his ear infections and skin
infection, he broke the other news. “I hate to tell you this but I am not
looking at a 6 year old dog. I would put him at closer to 9.” Um….9? Well, we
did think the cataracts might be a dead giveaway. I was willing to look past
the white face because some of us are just prematurely grey… Hmmm. 9 years for
a golden is closer to a senior than middle aged. My kids looked at my in
complete surprise. We had made it very clear we didn’t want to foster a senior
dog because we had just done the senior dog thing and it was hard. We want to
enjoy a dog for longer.
We decided to remain open minded as we tried to beef Nemo up
and get him to stop using the carpet as a bathroom but in the end we knew,
sadly, that Nemo wasn’t the right fit for our family. Nemo now lives on an
enormous property with other dogs. The new foster mom did tell me that it wasn’t
just me and he does need continued work with housebreaking and has tried to eat
their pet squirrel. Our house feels a little empty without his enormous feet
padding around. I am hopeful that our wait for our next potential fuzzy friend
won’t be too long and in the meantime, I think we will put down some hardwood
floors.
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