The kids and I were at the pool when Rob called me with the sad news. So I waited until we got home and then broke the news to them. We took them outside to see Duke's body and say goodbye.
After he died, I figured it'd be awhile before we even thought about getting another dog. It'd be nice not having to worry about feeding, watering or taking a dog out to the bathroom....but the house seemed so empty without him. (yeah, 6 kids and the house seemed empty...go figure) I found myself checking Duke's cage every time I pulled into the driveway, to see if he was in there. Or stopping myself from asking Rob each night if he'd fed and watered Duke. Besides, our floors were messier than ever without a dog to come along behind the masses and clean up their dropped and spilled food.
So last Saturday I proposed to Rob that we head to the shelter and look at dogs and surprisingly, he didn't object! We packed up the kids and headed out to LOOK at dogs. At first, nothing really caught our eyes, or rather the ones that did weren't suitable in some way or another. See, I have some definite ideas of what I do and don't want. Puppies-NO! Potty training kids is hard enough, I refuse to do that with a dog. Chewing or running away-NOPE! Again, kids are messy enough and chasing them is more than enough for me. Biting or eating of small children-VERY MUCH OPPOSED TO THAT. We walked through the kennels a few times and were about to give up when I FOUND him. A cute, 6 year old, cocker spaniel named Buddy.
Normally I'm a huge fan of big (read, Ginormous!) dogs. This is, in large part, due to a friend of mine from school who owned a great dane named Dub, that I loved! But I decided to go for a much smaller dog this time for various reasons.
So we decided to meet him...and fell in love! He is spunky, and loving and tolerated me yanking on his ears and being rather rough with him (with a 2 year old in our house, that's just a reality, though we are teaching Eddie to be softer...but he's used to Duke who was large enough for Eddie and Joe to use as a pillow pet) Buddy does have a few bad habits (running away being one of them...dang!) But overall he's a great dog and with some time and a minor surgery to remove some...unnecessary...parts, I'm hoping he'll be more willing to not bolt out the open door when the chance is presented to him. And that's how we lost our sweet dog Duke and found our new addition, Buddy.
There is a second part to the "Lost and Found" title to this post that's much more cheerful. Sunday night Cori lost his very first tooth! He didn't even cry, though he did yell "owww!" once, right as I pulled his tooth out. And, the next morning he found a dollar under his pillow :-) He's one happy, toothless boy!