We’re getting a new dog tomorrow evening. I’m so excited, I can barely contain myself. The time is so right. Our old beautiful, wonderful, beloved standard poodle, Amber, died about a month ago – hard to believe it’s been that long – and though we had told ourselves we would take time to be dogless, to reap the benefits thereof–less expense, less tied down–we could not stick to that resolution. Our home needs a dog. We miss our Amber so much.
After hearing a Diane Rehm program on adopting senior dogs, I came home and started looking on the internet for the availability of foster poodles or adult or senior poodles from rescue societies in our area. There were a couple that we saw and contacted the organizations, but they were already in the process of being adopted. “If it falls through, we’ll let you know,” they said. I looked a little further and somehow bumped into a photo of Lulu, a momma dog being sold by a breeder in Southern Indiana. She had not gotten pregnant in the most recent go-round, which indicated to the breeder that, at the age of 5, her cycles had become unreliable. They needed to let her go to make room for other dogs that fit their breeding program better. So Lulu was spayed on Monday and is going to come and live with us. Her days as a proud, pedigreed breeding dog are over, her days of playing with chew toys and going on walks and hanging out in the woodshop with Scott will begin this weekend.
We are excited that her personality passed muster to be in the breeding program–she is described as calm, eager-to-please and outgoing, and we are pleased that her health also passed muster. She has been cleared– for now–of the ills that can plague the breed.
The only thing is that Lulu is 25 pound heavier than Amber was. So that’s going to be interesting! It will be interesting to observe other differences.