Found: Dog – Lost: Dog

26 Jun

This post will explain why we got a third dog and why we ended up with just 2.

My husband and I are dog lovers, animal lovers, really. Two weeks before getting married we were dog shopping for a Maltese and found a little girl who fell in love with my husband at first sight. Our plan was to pick her up from the breeder after we were back from our weddingmoon. My husband, being the big tough guy that he is, couldn’t leave her there and wanted to bring her home that day. So there started our venture into puppyhood! That was July 2005. Fast forward to the following May, and we loved our Maltese, Elly, so much we wanted her to have a companion. I simply wanted to clone the perfect dog we already had, my husband, had other ideas.

I had been teaching an evening fitness class at our local community center and was heading to my car when my hubby and two stepsons pulled up in the car, my husband tells me he has someone he would like me to meet! Hmmm, really, who??? Who could this person of such importance be? Not a human person at least. A male, Bichon Frise, and at a pet store of all places!!!! This guy had 3 strikes against him and I hadn’t even met him yet. What kind of stepmom would I be if I didn’t go and see this creature at least? Off we go!

It wouldn’t have mattered if he was the most perfect dog in the world, he wasn’t in my eyes because I only wanted what I wanted and that was another Elly. Well, the little guy from the pet store somehow made his way into the hearts of the 3 boys I was living with, so I was out numbered. That Bichon became our Jed.  Now we had Elly May and Jed! Our own version of the Beverly Hillbillies! Jed quickly became “my” dog, and was a huge mama’s boy and suck. Requiring loads of attention, specifically my attention. Which was fine with me, afterall, my biological clock was ticking and I was desperate to have someone to look after, who really needed me. That was Jed’s purpose in life with us, I would later come to realize.

Now we fast forward again to October 2008. After we got Jed from the pet store I would frequent the store if I was in the area to look at the puppies and leave. In July of 2008 I did one of my “stop ins”. This time it wasn’t so easy to leave. There was a Shih-Tzu in a cage all alone, big brown eyes, looked at me once and had my heart. I left knowing (hoping) he would go to a good home soon. A few weeks later I stopped in again, and he was still there, now his hair was longer and he wasn’t looking as cute and spry as he did weeks earlier. I left again, hoping he wouldn’t be there the next time I came in. It was almost 5 weeks later, October and I stopped by again, now to see if he was still there or not, I had already told my husband about him, along with family and friends, in hopes someone would have a heart and go and get him. My husband actually had called the manager of the store and talked him down in the price, but ultimately decided we are crazy to think 3 dogs is a sane idea. I go into the store anyway, and there he is. Now he looks dirty, longer hair, thin, lethargic…something is wrong with this dog. Nobody is going to buy a dog who looks sick and dirty! WTF!!!

I run crying to my husband and few stores down to tell him, and we both march into the store and demand to get that dog out of there, right now! He was coming home with us, obviously that is where he was meant to be, it just took us a couple of months to figure it out. That Shih-Tzu became known as Gizmo in our family. Once we got him well and cleaned up, he quickly became a very well behaved, loving boy.

Now comes the hard part, and one that I didn’t understand until now. Jed (Bichon), was my dog, no question, loving, and protective of me, his Mom. When I gave birth to our daughter I wasn’t sure how the whole baby thing would go over with him. My biggest fears were realized when Jed snapped at my daughter while I was burping her at 3 months old. She was on my lap and Jed was beside me. I didn’t reach her, but just the thought that he could’ve sent me into a panic. He wasn’t really good with other kids and we would keep him away from kids on walks, etc, but we thought and hoped it would be different with our own. Not the case. So we had to send him to a foster home to later be adopted to a home without children. It was extremely hard to say goodbye to my boy, but we had no choice. I wouldn’t risk my child’s safety.

Jed was in our life and specifically my life for a reason, a wonderful reason. To bridge the gap between the biological clock ticking and when I actually became a mother. He was my “fur baby” for 4 years before my daughter came along, he needed me as much as I needed him. For that I will always hold a special place in my heart for him and will never forget him. Gizmo came into our life when he did to be a companion for Elly when Jed left. Just like we had always planned from the beginning, we wanted her to have a “friend”.

Ultimately now, we all have exactly what we need in life, Jed got adopted to a good home, we have our daughter and Elly has her buddy Gizmo. Everything really does happen for a reason.

2 Responses to “Found: Dog – Lost: Dog”

  1. pet shop June 27, 2012 at 5:42 pm #

    Nice post. I was checking continuously this weblog and I’m impressed! Very helpful information specially the closing section 🙂 I handle such info much. I was looking for this certain information for a very lengthy time. Thanks and best of luck.

    • Kristin M. July 5, 2012 at 4:29 pm #

      Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it. It certainly helps to cope with these situations in life if you can try and understand them somehow!

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