I Choose You...

I've been thinking a bit about the bond I have with my dogs.  Several things I've read lately have made me ponder what it is that creates that bond that some of us have with certain dogs.  I have to wonder if some of it doesn't start right from the beginning.

I know that everyone has a different experience in picking out their dog.  As a kid growing up, we chose puppies, but I didn't get the final say in which puppy it would be until I was fifteen years old and chose our Australian Shepherd for my birthday.  She was female and the last blue merle the man had left.  My sister and I worked on my dad and he agreed to pay the extra money the man wanted for her unusual coloring.  We started dog obedience together the next year, just hoping she'd learn to come sometimes when we called her name and she went on to win the State Fair obedience competition that year.  I loved that dog and I remember crying a lot of tears when I left home and had to leave her behind.  My sister still loves the breed and has a pair of Aussies now, but she lives in a rural area where they can really do the sorts of things Aussies like to do.

It wasn't until my husband and I were married and able to buy our first house that I was able to really choose a dog of my own.  I consider us very lucky that we found the adoption kennel that we found.  There are some adoption kennels that choose your dog for you and that's the dog you go home with.  Others will let you look at a website and choose your dog without meeting before hand.  At Quad Cities, we filled out a questionaire and they let us meet dogs that they thought would fit our criteria.  There were only four cat safe dogs in the kennel at the time, so we only met four.  Looking back, I see that as a blessing.  We'd have been overwhelmed meeting twenty dogs. 

The two things that stick out to me about that first meeting are that Treat was one of two dogs who really seemed to like us and was leaning against us from the beginning and she was the only one who looked back at us as they led her back to the kennel.  She blossomed when we brought her home with us a week or so later.  We'd had offers of a puppy for Christmas (that I didn't know about until after Christmas) and when we told our families that we were adopting a full grown Greyhound we were met with hesitation.  As soon as everyone met her, though, they were charmed by her.  She easily became my heart dog and when she died, I felt like I'd lost a part of myself.  If I'm honest, I did lose a part of myself and I had doubts about whether I could open myself up to that kind of loss again.  Even with three other hounds in the house, I was lost without that connection.  It wasn't that I loved them less, we just didn't have that certain magic.

We went back to the adoption kennel.  It was the first time we'd chosen a dog without Treat.  We took Blueberry with us and she was...less than impressed...by the dogs we were introduced to.  I saw some very sweet dogs who were beautiful, but I didn't feel that connection.  I was feeling pretty disheartened, to tell the truth, after meeting over a dozen dogs with a very patient adoption representative.  Finally, she offered to bring out a little dog she'd mentioned before, but she cautioned us that she was very new and they didn't know a lot about her yet, and that she was very young.  When Bunny walked in that door, she walked straight over to me on the couch and leaned against me.  Blueberry -- didn't dislike her on sight.  She eventually made her way over to Mr. Taleteller and gazed up into his eyes.  I was stunned by her calmness and confidence.  I'm pretty sure I asked several times if they were sure that she was only eighteen months old. 

What strikes me is that the dogs I've felt the strongest connection with have chosen me more than I've chosen them.  Perhaps they have an instinct in them that I don't understand, or the wisdom to see something that we don't.  I know that people can come by dogs in many different ways, but I can't imagine not having a dog who chose me now.  For those of you out there who have had a heart dog in your life, either currently or in the past, how did you find your dog?  What do you think goes into the making of a deep bond with your pet?

Catching Lightning In A Bottle

As we prepare to take Emma and Jackson back home, I've been thinking about how I'll miss certain things about them, and also about how peaceful our house will be again.  It has also made me reflect on a few other things.  It's reminded me about how much I love our girls and made me think about what that magic lightning in a bottle is that makes us really bond with certain dogs.

Emma looks so much like my first greyhound, Treat, that I found myself doing a double take on a few occassions.  She's the same age Treat was when she died and just like our girl, she doesn't act like she's ten years old at all.  On our evening walks, Emma was the lead dog, heading out as far as the leash would let her go to the front of the group, enjoying all the sights, sounds and smells.  I was hoping that she'd really cozy up to me this week, but she has been a lot more interested in being friends with my husband.  That's a good thing in some ways, because I still miss Treat on some days.  The fact that she has the same attitude about her walks as my girl warms my heart.

Jackson has tried so hard this week to be my new best friend that it has made me laugh on quite a few occasions.  I've never had a black greyhound of my own, and I have a soft spot for the really big boys.  I love how goofy and sweet they usually are.  However, he isn't mine and I know that he never will be.  I've been affectionate with him, but I'm not smitten with him.  The magic just isn't there for me.

Bunny had made no bones about the fact that I am hers this week.  She hasn't been glued to me on the couch every minute, though.  She's confident that I belong to her, that I know that I'm hers and that the other dogs know it, too!   From the first moment we met in the adoption kennel, she had her claim laid on me and within a few weeks of her being here in our house, our bond was set.  That's not to say that I don't  have a special bond with Lilac and Blueberry, too.  I do, but it's different with each of them.  Lilac comes to you on her terms.  Blueberry prefers to be just a bit aloof, as long as it's understood that we adore her.  Bunny is the one to let others know that she has a claim, though, even if it is in her own subtle little way. 

No wonder she gets whatever she wants from me!  She has a way of watching me to always know where I am and what I'm doing.  I guess this is just because she needs to have this knowledge.  If she's comfortable sleeping on the couch at night, she'll stay there awhile after we go to bed, but I always wake up to her sleeping beside me.  When we go to the nursing home or to school, she happily entertains the people we visit and takes in their attention and petting, but she always returns to my side.  Companionship like that can't be bought, but it's worth a million dollars!  I'm not sure what it is that makes that magic happen, but it's wonderful when it does.