Serendipity

This is the new addition to our family.  I'm not usually the kind of woman who runs out and tries to replace one pet with another.  It wouldn't be possible to replace Zoe'.   I had even decided no more german shepards (they shed an amazing amount of hair!).  I just think this little fella was meant to be ours.  Listen to my story and see if you agree. 

Brad and I were driving home from Jerome and we were passing a relatively new place, "Windswept Kennels".  I had been wanting to stop in and see what it was like and asked Brad to pull in.  Besides, I felt like petting some puppies.  He said, "No way.  You'll want to buy a puppy."  I told him, "No, no, they just sell stuff like beagles & lhasa apso's.  I just want to check the place out and pet some puppies."  I made my own best puppy-dog eyes at him and he pulled in.  When we walked in we were immediately charged by a large German Shepard.  I almost peed myself and slammed the door closed.  The attendant put "Hannah," a daycare dog,  in a back room (she let her out later and she was a sweetie, just vocal) and we entered.  We were swamped by adorable little beagle & weimaraner puppies.  And then my eyes fell on a tiny little German Shepard boy sitting quietly all by himself and studying us.  My heart tugged.  I picked him up and he moaned and laid his little head in the crook of my neck and just cuddled as calm as can be. 

Oh yeah, Brad started getting the puppy dog eyes from me again.  Probably from Joey too.  It turned out that the owner of the kennel breeds German Shepards and Joey was the last one left out of the current litter.  I couldn't see how anyone could possibly choose one of his brother's or sister's over him.  Well, he was expensive and Brad refused me.  But I could see it bugging him, especially when the little guy actually tried to follow us out the door. 

I text msg'ed Jesse & told him about it and he texted back and said "What if it's Zoe'? You have to get him!" and  I replied "right?".  I told Mandi about it and she said, "What if it's Zoe'? Oh, we have to get him!" It was all just very strange.  I told Brad that I wanted to name him Joey and he said, "I told you we're not getting him."  I just smiled serenely and went to bed dreaming about Joey. 

Morning came and I found Brad on the phone talking with the owner of the kennel.  Bargaining the price down a little (no papers needed, we're going to fix him anyway).  Next thing you know, he left and came home with my Joey Puppy. 

I still miss Zoe' - madly! - it really doesn't ease that, but it does distract me because how sad can you be when you have a puppy breathing puppy breath in your face?  And he is the crying-est puppy I have ever owned.  He keeps me busy!  He whines and moans and has the idea that he has to keep it up even while you are petting him so that you will keep petting him (fat chance, everyone in the house fights for the chance to hold and pet him!).  He wakes me up crying and howling in the middle of the night and I have to get up with him.  I've been up since 4a.m. today- I wormed him and it gave him the runs (ewww) and wasn't that a mess in his kennel! Then bath time.  He's just now starting to settle back down, but of course he's wrapped in a baby blanket and sitting on my lap. 

Crickett (Chihuahua & Queen/Alpha of the household) is giving me the evil bug-eye daily.  She hates it when I bring in new pets.  Cujo (toy poodle) wants to cuddle constantly "I'm the puppy, I'm your baby" he tells me as he sticks his tongue up my nose.  Winston (English Bulldog) is crazy to play with the new creature and Joey yelps in fright at that face and starts crying! 

He's going to be my buddy and he's never going to go running in the back field.