Well, we did it. The Monkeys and I went to meet the two dogs we hope to adopt.
Needless to say, it went well.
The Monkeys covered the girls with hugs and kisses, and received doggy kisses in return. The girls were sweet and gentle and not in the least bit shy (which in our house is a REALLY good thing). It was love at first sight.
Two dogs. Three Monkeys. Only two leashes. Three Monkeys all wanting to walk the dogs. It is an exercise in time-sharing. “Ok, Monkey #1, it is your sister’s turn to hold Princess’s leash. You can take Baby from Middle Monkey for a while.”
I knew we were done when I looked over at Monkey #1, and he was crouching in his little “Gollum” pose – with a shy little grin on his face. That little smile said it all. “Those are our dogs.”
Unfortunately, we couldn’t bring them home with us today. Princess will have her final heartworm treatment Monday, then she needs a period of calm (which of course she wouldn’t have here). So, we scheduled for the dogs to come visit the house in two weeks. If that goes well, they will come home to stay the next weekend.
The Monkeys wanted them to come home with us today. And really, who could blame them. It is hard to fall in love and then have to be separated from your love.
Oh, sure, the girls will need a little training. Namely, pulling – Princess nearly dragged The Girl Child. But then again, I am going to have to train The Monkeys on how to walk a dog on a leash!
As we were driving home, it occurred to me that I am not replacing Duffey. He is still with me. Instead what I am doing is allowing The Monkeys to have doggy memories of their own. Their memories of Duffey are hazy. And he was old in those memories. These dogs are young and vivacious and playful. Just what my silly monkeys need. And THOSE are the memories that will hold them for the rest of their lives.
Memories of two dogs. And love at first sight.