I've had Spring Fever. I've had Scarlet Fever. I've even had a little Beiber Fever. But I've never had Puppy Fever.
I've always adopted adult dogs. Abbey was my youngest at 9 months of age. Her playfulness nearly wore me out! Because of Abbey, I swore off puppies "forever". But, Abbey passed away last December when she was just a few months shy of 15 years old. I instantly missed her and I even missed the abundance of energy that she brought into our home. I cried for two months.
And that’s when the fever hit me.
Every waking moment I pondered being a Puppy Mommy. I thought about what size, what type, what sex, and what color would be right for our family. I thought about the cost of puppy immunizations, puppy food, and puppy cosmetology visits. I searched every possible puppy website. Secretly I had named her even before I had found her. I had chosen the name Mayrose. She was in my heart before she was in my hands. I debated the cost of adoption from a rescue group. And then I decided that I would adopt a "Free To Good Home" dog, because I knew that I could afford her immunizations and cost to spay.
Did you know that there are no more FTGH dogs? Everyone wants a re-homing fee. What? Apparently it's the latest way to make a few bucks on an unwanted litter. Who knew?
And then, there she was. An alarming picture, on Craigslist, of large fingers holding a very, very small puppy. Her feet dangling, her body stretched out without a hand to support her bottom. Very small. Black and beautiful. I needed her. She needed me. I placed the call.
A few short hours later, my best friend and I rode up to the home of my future puppy love. After some small talk, I chose my girl from a litter of four, paid the re-homing fee (although she had not seen a vet or had any shots), and headed home. My heart was full to the brim and bursting with joy.
It was love at first sight for me and I couldn’t wait to get home with my new bundle of joy.
That was in March. She is 5 months old now and weighs just under five pounds. I haven't slept well in the months that she's been mine. But my waking up at 5:30 a.m. for potty breaks, and my laying on a small corner of the bed because Mayrose sleeps like a moose, are well worth it. She is just about the sweetest little thing on the planet and the best decision I’ve made in a very long time.
Puppy fever. Puppy love. Puppy blessed.
***So, what’s going on out there in doggie land, Augusta? Do you know of any upcoming dog themed events, festivals, or store openings? If so, let me know!! I’ll be glad to share that information here.
Until then, wag on, Augusta!