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In getting a dog…

We’ve both been internet-peeking at tons of dogs all over the place off and on for over a year. Mostly the search has been in the Netherlands and Germany…at rescue organizations and shelters. Sometimes it was just looking, but M knew that ‘looking’ to me meant possibly ‘getting’, so he quelled the search a bit. Tee hee.

I’ve had two dogs in the past: Our family dog, Sheba, the Samoyed, beautiful girl; and a German Shepherd cross that was stolen from me after I had him for only two years. That was one of the most devastating things that has ever happened to me.

Since then I have worked as a part-time pet-sitter-dog-walker for over five years and have taken care of friends’ dogs. I wanted a dog so bad, but circumstances did not allow for me to have my own (work and such), so I lived a vicarious life through those who already had dogs and I loved it! But since I arrived in the Netherlands, 19 months ago, getting a dog has been forefront in my mind. Perhaps making M a bit crazy sometimes. *shrug*

Ripley —my sweet, old cat, made the journey to the Netherlands with me, but passed away only a few months after I arrived. I was broken.

We live in the country. I’ve never lived in farmland before. It’s beautiful here —don’t get me wrong— and we have a huge yard, garden and a big house (for two people, it’s big). M works and I was here by myself. It was too quiet, it lacked fur. We got Rudy and Lois, two cats that have immense characters and love being here…they have the huge house and they roam around outside. Having them saved my sanity. I love them with all my heart. Once I taught myself how to knit (after some excellent tutelage from my friend, Shelley, back home), I was on my way to busying myself into a new company that I started and subsequently, taught myself how to crochet and sew. (Thanks internet!) I was a lot less crazy once I could be busy.

But there was still a little hole in my heart…just big enough for a dog to squish into. Hence, the dog-peeking.

I found a very sweet German Shepherd cross with Rottweiler mix in Belgium and she’s just adorable and started off with a pretty crappy life in Turkey. Fortunately, the mother-daughter team of Sos Straathonden Turkije found her, her sister and their mom and then transported them to Belgium for adoption. The woman who is fostering them now is a very nice person and she knows what she’s doing. Between the Turkish shelter and the foster home, we spoke a lot about the young dog. While we were looking for dogs, M pointed out that we could look at the dogs in the shelter we stumbled upon during a bike ride earlier in the year, across the border in Germany. While I wasn’t looking, M called me to the computer and said: “I’ve found the perfect dog for you!” It was this little adorable girl.

We visited her at the shelter. She was ADORABLE!! Super happy and playful. A bit on the skinny side, but she is healthy. Someone had dumped her at the shelter one night while it was closed. Sad, but a much better situation for her than a million other horrible things I could imagine. So, fortunately, the people who had her were actually kind and did a good thing for her. And for me!! There was another, older dog, there that captured our hearts too. We’ll ask more about her/him tomorrow.

We get to go back tomorrow for walkies, then she might have a sleepover another night!!!

UPDATE: I didn’t have the information right about her life before getting to the shelter: She was with a man who became very ill and had to go to the hospital, so he brought her to the shelter. Very sad for him to have to give her up, I’m sure, but at least he did the right thing and wasn’t selfish. He gave her a better life. : )

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about that animal shelter…and those dogs

While on a bike ride with M on the weekend, we happened upon a small animal shelter/refuge in Germany…I couldn’t NOT go in. It was a small space, but a great set up for the bunnies and cats and dogs that we saw.

I fell in love with Porto. We couldn’t pet the goggies, but he kept coming close to the fence when I spoke with him. He was pretty friendly. He’s from Portugal.

We noticed there were more pens around the back and found this sweet dog that seemed very apprehensive and timid. Her (I think she was a girl…long hair) tail was tucked in and she ventured close to the fence and seemed to respond to our voices. She was so shy though…poor little thing. We brought a guy around to the pen and wanted to know more about her: He didn’t know much unfortunately, but he did say she was a recent arrival, a stray, and that she would be held for four weeks to see if her people show up. I didn’t think to get a photo of her, I was too busy trying to win here over. All I could think of was showing her how much happier she could be than she was at the time. She broke my widdow heart.

I’ve said for years that I wanted a German Shepherd. I still do. BUT to be so selective like that —while there are so many dogs without a home– seems too selfish. And besides I am always a sucker to the underdog…the weak, the vulnerable. I can’t imagine picking out the perfect German Shepherd puppy only to realize that it is harder to find homes (and people!) for older dogs, so I have changed my thoughts about getting a dog. Or two. : )  I’d much rather give a home to a homeless dog.

So, we’ll keep a lookout on the shelter’s website to see if the sweet, little, wee girl has been found by her people…or not. And Porto.

Bike ride sights + an unexpected furry encounter

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