This is how it all started: (husband) “There are Australian Shepherd Puppies for sale.” (me) googling and researching Australian Shepherd. Musing and even asking him “Is Heavenly Father suggesting we get a dog?” (husband) “What’s He telling you??”
That was how the conversation/consideration began which quickly took a turn for the worse. For in one day oldest took the antenea off Ole’ Blue (94 Ford) and decided to see what banging on the already-cracked windshield might yield. It yielded a $175 new windshield and a boy that gets to rake the front yard this season. And that afternoon husband’s glasses fell apart. The $300 frames. Replaced by black frames for $60. He lookes very astute, I’d say.
So for several weeks the discussion ended. Until the pain of unexpected expenses could fade just a bit.
The discussion picked back up as I compared a Wii to a dog. I’m lo-tech. And I plan to stay that way. Our kids are 6 and nearly 4. They need to be outside, outside, outside. I need to be outside, for that matter! And I don’t want another thing I have to monitor or limit. Dog won. And was approved.
I diligently began seeking the Stone Family Dog. Researching the breeds I think we’d be interested in, which are Border Collie, Blue Heeler, Australian Shepherd and possibly, Lab or Golden Retriever. Our past dogs were both Schnauzers and we loved them. But we wanted our boys to have a big boy dog.
I went through a series of dogs: Kady, a beautiful border collie; Pepper, a 15 lb. Fox terrier/Blue Heeler that stole our hearts on the web site. Next was Lucy, an Australian Shepherd at our local humane shelter and Fraydo, a black and white short haired Australian Shepherd mix.Then there was Danny, a border collie black lab mix. Beautiful markings and trained perfectly for our family.
Surprisingly my dog-lover heart was able to rebound from several disappointments. What I found was that working with rescue organizations is a bit interesting. And I think there are some interesting practices occuring within these organizations. Perhaps I’ll leave that for another blog entry. I was able to walk through our local humane society without wanting/believing I needed to rescue every dog there.
So over a week ago we spent some time with what seems to be an obvious choice, although previously eliminated – our neighbor’s 2 year old Border Collie, Arlis. Dear Arlis came to our neighbors as a stray over a year ago. One day he followed them home from a walk down the street. No one responded to their info posted of a found dog and so they chose to keep him.
We’ve had the pleasure of helping care for Arlis when they have been away. When he’s darted out their door, we’ve come to the rescue and lassoed him to safety. But youngest was not convninced he was for us until we had Arlis over to see if he would not jump on him. Several larger dogs, including Arlis, have knocked him over and he doesn’t care for this, of course.
But as we sat down to have the dog discussion several weeks ago, Sawyer’s testimony to his dad was “He not jump on me!’ And so it became final: when our dear neighbors, who have become dear friends, move into town next month, we will get the pleasure of homing dear Arlis.
For now, we are housing him during the holidays while our neighbors are away. Arlis has been the perfect gentlemen and he and I have enjoyed some quiet time together after every one has gone to bed. He enjoys being inside – and is perfectly content to be outside, guarding, waiting, watching. This morning he was joyfully playing with his new tennis balls – alone or with us!
Making a decision guided by Father brings peace. There’s poop that obviously needs to be scooped in the back yard, as there are now at least 3 pairs of shoes that need to be de-pooped. Yesterday he got out the back gate once and had to be lassoed. This did cause a bit of anxiety, but after marking his spot, he seemed to tune back in to his name! Tony and I were doing prep work in the kitchen last night for todays meal – with a 45-50 lb dog lying in the middle of the floor. “Oh, excuse me Arlis!” After finishing placing the gifts under the tree I got a perfect pic of our “Christmas dog” laying at the foot of the tree. He is part of our Christmas this year! And tonight I’ve enjoyed the company of a sweet and gentle dog lying at my feet while I end this beautiful day.
A year ago I was very uninterested in having another dog. What a difference a little time makes!
Merry Christmas, Arlis!