Our sons have been asking for a pet dog for the longest time. Finally, after waiting some years (for them to grow up a little older) and fixes in our basement, my husband and children began the search for available dogs. Our criteria was simple.
Considering our family situation and our location, the dog should have a personality suitable to young children, it should be not grow big, neither should it be too small, and it should still be a puppy.
Initially, my husband took the old-fashioned route to look for the right dog, i.e., through postings in the laundromat and grocery announcement boards. When that failed, we resorted to Craigslist. For several weeks, my husband and our older boys scoured the pet listings in our area. The search was tedious and difficult. The free puppies were taken almost as soon as they were listed. The nicer breeds, such as the beagles, and boxers, and, my favorite, puggles, were not only popular but also required a steep re-homing fee which ranged from $450.00 – $1,000.00. While those breeds were preciously beautiful and desirable, the cost was beyond our budget.
One late late night, after weeks of discouraging results, my husband found and replied to an ad about rat terrier/American Eskimo puppies being available for sale. The following morning, we ditched all of our plans for the day and drove one-hour to the advertiser’s place to check out the puppies. The children were, needless to say, very excited. We argued and teased each other once more about the names we would give the dog, just in case. One wanted to a Kingly name (Rex), another (me) a weather name (Cloud, Thunder). There was a suggestion for Shadow, Cocoa, Mocha, Spot, and so on.
Finally, we were shown the puppies. About four of them approached us and played with us. Oh, how lovely they all were. My husband and I were partial to a puppy with brown and black spots on white. But there was this puppy that got our sons’ attention – it had circles on its back and it played with our sons long after the rest had retreated back to their places. Somehow, despite my suggestions, my sons, especially the second one, was firm on his choice to have this playful puppy. And so, we took it home.
On our way to the car, everyone just seemed to agree on and call him by this name: Thunder.
Little did I know what a life changing decision having a puppy would be. Suddenly, there was a puppy seeking comfort on my lap as we headed back home. It did not take long for me to change from being averse towards the idea of pets (I was one of the reasons it took long for us to get a dog), to being a doting pet owner, at least for the little puppy we got. The following morning and the mornings after that would find me up early to take Thunder out. Ah, it’s like having a new baby all over again.
Our children, on the other hand, have fun playing with Thunder. Thunder’s presence have changed their morning rituals as well. Instead of asking to be in the computer first thing when they wake up, they would be playing and taking care of Thunder. Perhaps, Thunder will help them be more responsible and caring children.
Thunders’ training continues. Meanwhile, he is proving to be such a sweet dog. He enjoys our company and yet, seeks his own space, too. He’s just perfect for us.
Thanks for coming by. 🙂
P.S. Jessie, as you have suggested, here are some photos of our new pet. 🙂