There are so many things I should be doing. I need to finish up this little one so her mommy and daddy can see the rest of their images. I’ve got a beautiful little toddler to sneak peek. Minis to work on, unpacking my kids from their almost week away with Grandma, laundry, dishes…I’ve been SO busy that things are starting to get stacked up on me. Instead I’m playing with my new little beauty. A little back story, I surprised my husband a few days before we were married over ten years ago with a beauty of his own, A Weimaraner pup. Next to his children, his beauty is his pride and joy and the only thing I have ever been able to surprise him with. Apparently I’m predictable, and he’s very observant. I got him that one time and after that, always, always he reads right through me and can tell what I’m up to.
Later we got another weim. She had been a rescue that was suppose to be my dog. I didn’t really want her but Kendra did. I didn’t want the responsibility of a dog that had been given up for whatever reason. When we rescued her I had just had Walker. He was new responsibility enough for me. But again, Kendra wanted her. Jess wanted her. Haley wanted her. Clearly I was out voted and into our home she came. Kendra accepted full responsibility of her and very quickly the two were thickly smitten with each other. Me…not so much. She had medical issues that needed medication. She was very attention demanding, as most weims are. She had this red ball that she was OCD about, enough that when it was outside and she wasn’t she showed some crazy separation anxiety for. But Kendra loved her. And I love Kendra so she stayed. I was left home on maternity leave with this dog that I wasn’t crazy about while the rest of the world went on around me. She slept on my feet as I nursed my newest child. She got up when I did. She followed me and layed outside the door while I showered. Everywhere I was so was she and I learned to love her. She had grown on me and I had accepted her as a much loved member of my family. But Arenal was only with us for a short time. About a year and a half ago she succumbed to the side effects of her medication. She went from an alive and very active weimaraner to a bedridden, very sick pup within a few weeks. And then she was gone.
A few weeks after Ari had passed, I had taken Haley to the Grand Junction Petsmart to *just look* at the dogs that one of the local the rescues had brought in for the weekend. We weren’t getting one. We didn’t need another dog. We were all still grieving Ari. But…I found this little tiny scared German Shorthaired Pointer. I sat down with her and she crawled into my lap and just melted into me. I needed this dog. I wanted this dog. I HAD to have this dog. I called my husband. It was Valentines Day. He could call her my Valentines gift. PLEEEASEE…can I have her??? There was a firm no. Mr. Practical could see that this was my emotion talking. I pouted. I should have just brought her home. They told me I could foster her, take her and see if she was a good fit. But the obedient wife, I came home without her. I pouted some more. I cried. I got angry. I guilted him with how I didn’t want Ari but we got her anyway. It was my turn. I wanted her. The next morning he told me to get in the truck. We went to go get her but right after I had left the night before someone had adopted her. It wasn’t meant to be. She wasn’t my dog. I cried and decided that we didn’t need her and that we would wait until Ghost, my wedding gift to Jess, had finished her journey before we would introduce another pet to our family. Hopefully she still has a few years, but at ten years old, it was time to prepare the kids in the event that it did happen. I decided that it would be nice to take some time after she too were gone without the responsibility of a pet. We could vacation without the worry of a pet at home and the hassle of a kennel. I promised the kids a trip to Disneyland. We could stay in a fancy hotel and everything. All to ward off the, “but I want a puppy!!” from the kids. Reality…I was trying to convince myself that we didn’t need another dog. I had however decided that the next dog, my dog, would be a German Shorthair.
Fast forward to last week. There were German Shorthair pups at Sportsmans Warehouse. Jess came home and told me and then realized that maybe he shouldn’t have. He begged me not to go look at them. I didn’t. I was good. Now isn’t the time anyway. I don’t have time. I don’t want to deal with house training right now. It wouldn’t be fair to Ghost. Disneyland. We’re waiting. Period.
My sister was here, then Jess went to Powell, the kids went back to my moms, Kendra has company. I had a crazy work week. Jess comes home, I went back to my moms to get the kids. I finally got home last night after a happy tears, gorgeous session with my teens and Jess has this beauty waiting for me. What?? Where did she come from. I’m floored. In tears. Is she mine? I literally have not seen Jess for more than two hours in the last week. I thought maybe he had bought her to kind of make up for that. But seriously?? NOT an approved purchase. We discuss these things right?? Then he looks at me and asks me if she were truly a surprise, like I should have known he was coming home with a puppy. What??
Now really, I’m a firm believer that things happen for a reason. That some things are out of our control and He has a plan, that they are meant to be. This dog was given to Jess. A gentleman walked right up to him and said that he had purchased her a week ago but his job had called him out of state, his wife couldn’t care for her and he was getting on a plane in the morning and she needed a home right now. Did he know of someone that might be interested in her? He passed probably a hundred people and chose Jess to ask. Jess seriously thought that I had bought her while he was out of town and had put this guy up to this!! He explained that a female German Shorthair was to be our next pet and the guy basically handed her over to him. He gave Jess all of his contact information and the breeders information so we can get her papers and walked away. This was not a joke. This dog was meant to be mine. It’s a very good possibility that this is the little girl that hopped up to greet him a week ago when he looked and passed on the puppies at Sportsmans. Either way..she’s mine. Right now she’s sleeping at my feet, right where she belongs and right where I’m sure she’ll spend many, many days to come. She’s mine.
But now, if you’ve made it this far, this little beauty of mine, all eight weeks of her, is nameless. And suggestions are welcomed. 🙂