know those situations where everything just lines up to lead you somewhere you didn’t know you wanted go? As many of you know, this past December, one of my three Basset Hounds, Clyde died from swallowing a whole pecan. It is never easy to lose a pet, but it is worse when unexpected. Three dogs seemed an indulgence, so we were not planning on getting another.
But… The other day, one of my client’s, Diane (Mermaid Cottages) came in to see me. She is a card-carrying dog lover and we started talking about the whole dog and loss thing.
That night, Diane’s daughter in North Carolina called her mom about a young Basset in a South Carolina shelter. She didn’t know about me and my predilection for hounds, but she knew someone had to rescue him from this shelter that only kept dogs for six days.
My husband and I were out to dinner (and having a margarita) when Diane called. She knew I was not looking for a new dog, but she said, “You know, sometimes a dog just finds you”.
I knew this to be true (and the margarita didn’t hurt). In two minutes, Duane and I ran through a quick decision-making inventory.
We have the space in our loft. We have a huge fenced in yard. We have the money for food and vet. We have an extra dog crate. Our two dogs did fine with a third in the past. He is a young dog and our other two are older.
Right then, at the table, we called one of our kids, who just happens to live two hours away in S.C., just 20 minutes from the shelter. He offered to go get him the next day and bring him to us.
That is how we came to have our new dog, whose name was Elvis, but now is Otis, which fits him better.
Otis settled in right away and is sleeping at my feet, under my desk. Welcome to the Krog Street Hound Ranch, Otis.
Here’s to serendipity and quick decision-making.