This morning we had a very early start, with Darcy waking us up at 5:30am. Toddlers have no regard to days of the week, so we just started the coffee pot extra early.
By 8:00am, we were at our favorite diner, Jimmy’s Egg for breakfast. The portions were huge, so we all ate too much. One the way out I grabbed the Gazette, and immediately opened up to the classifieds with hopes of reading some cheesy and entertaining “missed connections.” There were none to be found this week, so my eyes drifted over to the “Pets” section.
“Beagle / mini water spaniel puppies, 3 to 4 months old, wormed, 1st puppy shots, free to good home.”
I don’t know what came over me, but I gushed about the ad all the way home, and got the family pumped up about the prospect of a new puppy. I called the ad’s number, and the woman who answered said they had 4 puppies left. 1 boy and 3 girls. I got her address, and we set out to meet some puppies.
Our final destination ended up being in the country, at a run down, dirty house. My first thought and I think my first words were, “OH, MY!” We parked the car, and to the right of the driveway were at least 6 pygmy goats. Half were on the ground, and half were on top of their “house.” They were actually pretty cute, but the smell wasn’t.
The lady I spoke with on the phone came out and said she’d be right back with the puppies. One by one they came out, and I wanted to take each one home. Not because it was love at first sight, but because my heart was breaking.
Two of the girl puppies were cowering the entire time we were there, with their tails tuck between their legs, and barely standing up at all. They were all skinny, and covered in fleas. The woman told us, “You can take 2 of ’em if you want to.” I told her I wish we could, but we really only had enough room for one. It was like Sophie’s Choice.
We picked the darkest puppy, with a white stripe on her chest, and headed straight to the dog wash to rid her of as many fleas as we could.
The poor thing was shaking for the next hour. We got her cleaned up, and I picked off more fleas than I could count. We’ve been free and clear of fleas for the past 2 years, but it’s a small price to pay for helping this little girl. We’re planning on taking her to the vet this week for a check up and to start a flea treatment.
She’s been sleeping pretty much the entire day under the kitchen table and chairs. When she does finally get up to walk around, she’s very cautious, keeps her tail tucked, and doesn’t venture far away from her safe spot. This kind of behavior makes me think that she hasn’t been treated kindly, and that breaks my heart. I’m so glad she’s a part of our family now, because I know she will be loved and no one will be mean to her again.
She likes it when I sweet talk to her, because her tail starts wagging like crazy, and she loves to have her big Buddha belly rubbed. Once she warms up to you, she’s as sweet as pie, and soft as silk. She’s a real cuddle bug, and I’m sure the timid temperament will go away after a week or two.
We’ve thrown out several name options today: Lola, Willow, Evie, and Pepper, but I think we’ve finally settled on
Polly. We decided to change her name to Pixie! Polly was sound WAY too much like “potty” and it was getting confusing for her.
Pixie and Anna (eee! cute!) aren’t the best of friends yet. Anna was a real toot and growled and barked really loud at Pixie when she was about 3 feet from a Greenies chew. I’m sure that will pass too.
Pixie is laying next to me on the couch as I type this. She’ll be spoiled rotten in no time.
You can see more pictures of Pixie on my Flickr account. ♥