Today’s the day.
The Monkeys and I are going to be meeting the dogs that just may become the newest members of our family.
Yes. You read that correctly. DOGS. As in more than one.
I never intended on adopting TWO dogs. I mean, I haven’t had more than one dog since I was a kid. And they were mother and daughter. But, apparently, these two come as a package deal.
As I mentioned in a previous post, it has taken me 4 years to feel ready to bring a new furry friend into our home. But, then I saw Princess. And I felt those familiar feelings of doggy love. I fought that feeling for months. It was a valiant fight. But, I continued to feel “called” to her. About a month ago, I sent an inquiry to the rescue group about her. Was she still available?
Yes. She was. She was very much available. She was undergoing treatment for heartworms, but her prognosis was fabulous. She would be ready in a month or so.
The Monkeys and I were ecstatic! We were going to do this!
Then came the news that they were hoping to adopt Princess out with Baby. You, see the girls were rescued out from the same situation. They had been kept outside – on four-foot long chains. They had been kicked and beaten and all round mistreated. That is until angels intervened and they were saved. (Yes, the woman was arrested). And because of this, the girls were strongly bonded and they really did not want to separate them.
I was crushed. Two dogs. TWO DOGS! I couldn’t do that. I mean, it’s so much. And the expense. And TWO DOGS!
Reluctantly, I sent a message to the foster mom telling her that while I felt such a strong calling to Princess, I just didn’t think I could swing the second adoption cost. She sweetly replied they were a package deal. Buy one – get one, if you will.
Well, there went that excuse.
The Monkeys and I talked about it. Needless to say, they don’t have the same qualms I have.
I told the foster mom that before we made a decision we needed to meet the girls. All of us.
Well, today is the day. Today, The Monkeys and I will be driving the 50 miles or so to meet the girls. And while I am trying to keep a level head about it, I am afraid, I am alone in that. As far as The Monkeys are concerned, the girls are already ours. The Girl Child in particular. This morning when The Monkey Daddy dropped them off, she came RUNNING upstairs and FLUNG herself onto my bed screaming, “WHEN DO WE LEAVE TO SEE THE DOGS!!!!??????!!!!!”
My fear is, what happens if we get there, and it doesn’t work out? What if we don’t feel that connection? What if? What if? What if?!
In case you haven’t noticed, sometimes I can over think things…
This feels like a first date. A first date with someone I’ve met on-line, seen pictures of, chatted on-line with, but am just now meeting in person. I am nervous and excited and terrified and hopeful all at the same time.
The Monkeys, on the other hand, have already decided this will be their happily ever after.
In a way, I guess they just may be right. I mean, in most fairy-tales, there is a Princess…and after that – a Baby…