Diamonds? A New Car? A Caribbean Cruise?!! Just Hand Over the Puppy!

I cried.  I cried for two hours, I swear.  I was talking with my husband about the upcoming busy weeks (though not as busy as the past four months—hurray!) and realized with just a little more clarity that our 28th anniversary is coming up in a couple weeks.  It is, in fact, on the day of the 5K for which I’m the Registration Administration Coordinator (MAJOR CLUE with that title—the run is held by my qorporation!!!; however, it’s a really, really good thing they do…FYI the lastest count of preregistered participants is 851).  Anyway, I told my long-suffering husband that we’ll “take it as it comes” in figuring out what to do or buy for the celebration, as I hadn’t figured out anything good yet (typical).  He sat there with the oddest look I’d ever seen on his face—sort of a flat line smile with little sharply upturned corners, as if he had feathers in his throat.  Upon seeing this, I shouted out the natural thing, which is “WHAT?!!”  followed by, “Oh, really, you don’t have to answer that…I don’t want to ruin a surprise.  I’ll figure out something good.”  He continued to sit there sporting his feather-eating grin.

He said, “Well, I really wanted to tell you, but I don’t know…I had all kinds of clues figured out…”

“WHAT?!!”  I spluttered again.  “No, no, don’t tell me.  I LIKE surprises.”

He said, “Well, it’s not finished yet.  And you won’t get it until July.”  (Our anniversary is in June.)  OK, now I’m beyond a little intrigued and pretty sure he’d found an antique table or something along the lines of furniture, as he has this termitey tendency to play with wood.  He added, “You’ll have to do a little work on it.”

Stumped.  (That was my gut speaking.)

“I got a message from Roger.  His dog has ten puppies.  They’ll be ready around the 4th of July.”

Let the weeping commence!  The man truly loves me—not Roger, my husband!  First of all, Roger is our redneckish friend who has my total respect for living life his own way.  He knows who he is, and he is true to that.  He continues to tack weathered wood onto the sprawling barn construction he lives in, he hunts critters and hangs their pelts and heads all over his house, he raises horses and chickens, and he carefully, sweetly raises the gentlest old-fashioned Labradors the world has ever known.  My old boy Buck came from Roger’s farm.  Workers at my veterinary clinic were the ones to identify Buck as an “old-fashioned Labrador”—thick, size XL skeleton, and with a fluffy undercoat.  Roger is a virtual dog whisperer in handling dogs.  He insists the pups stay with their mama for at least eight weeks “because they learn so much from her.”  He handles the pups often and lets them traipse around the farm with him—even to the pond for their first supervised swims.  He also lets a person “try out” pups when they are ready—you take home the pup and see how you get along.  If it doesn’t work, you turn it in and check out another!  He wants a good match, and it doesn’t get much better than that for the dogs.

And my husband…he wasn’t sure he wanted another dog soon, but he says I was never happier than when I had Buck.  He’s right.  I really appreciate what pets bring to our lives, and all my pets have enriched me—including my shirt-sucking cat (don’t ask) and the Stitch the zombie chinchilla.  The man truly loves me to get me a new dog.  Believe it or not, we are both finally ready for one.  I’ve grieved over the loss of Buck on this blog, and of course, I love him no less.  I feel like I’m passing on the love that old boy gave to me.  We’ll give the new dog lots of love and guidance, and I can’t wait to have a new friend (and honestly, a new guard dog for the nights my husband is working).  So I cried for hours for the love my husband has for me, and then I was so excited about a new dog that I could hardly sleep.

We went to see the pups on Saturday.  There are only females available, so this will be my first female pet ever.  Here are a couple of the leading candidates:

A nearly red-eyed child (my eager model) holds choice number one, the reddish-blonde pup.

My son holds the very dark chocolate seal pup, actually choice number three, as I wasn’t going to have another chocolate Lab so soon, but ooooh, that deep dark coat is lovely!

And then there is the matter of a name for the new dog…Why won’t my family buy the fact that I want the dog to be named “Indie,” for about fifty sound reasons?!!


~ by rebuildingholly on May 28, 2012.

4 Responses to “Diamonds? A New Car? A Caribbean Cruise?!! Just Hand Over the Puppy!”

  1. Hey. I’m thinking both!

  2. I’m thinking two yellows and one chocolate! Really, it’s best for a dog to have a dog in its pack, but my husband and I will have to do. Our house is too small for much, and we live in town.

  3. Your first female pet? How exciting!

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