There’s never a good time to say goodbye to your pet, and we miss Butch very much. Baguette talks about him and Sundance and Wicket all the time, and our consolation is that she clearly is happy when she thinks about them.
Have you ever tried to adopt a pet during a pandemic? Turns out, it’s not easy. The shelters are closed, or offer very limited access, and LOTS of people are looking for companionship. Dogs come in, dogs go out. This is great for the dogs! But it was a challenge for us.
And our needs are a bit more specific than many, because of Baguette. So Mr. Sandwich called a lot of area shelters and asked about a lot of dogs, and either they weren’t available or we knew just from the phone call that they were not a good match for our family.
We started looking at medium-sized dogs (the small ones are getting adopted lightning-fast), still keeping an eye on temperament. And while we have a real soft spot for old dogs, we have lost three in under five years, and that is a lot of grief. We also started looking at slightly younger dogs — still adults well beyond the puppy stage, but younger than the senior dogs we have adopted in the past.
We got lucky.
Rudy is a 7-year-old dog who is part Corgi, part we don’t know, part we really have no idea. He cannot stand other dogs, but he loves people, and he absolutely adores Mr. Sandwich. He is calm about food, he is passionate about going on walks, he has not chewed on plushes or slippers, he absolutely cannot understand why we keep getting up in the middle of the night. (Neither can I, Rudy. Neither can I.)
We’ve had Rudy for almost four weeks, and we are delighted to have him in the family. And it’s clear that he’s delighted to have a family. Win-win.
