I'm still here
So this month has been really hard, on Sunday the 10th I got a call from my parents while I was at work telling me that my dog Hogan had died suddenly and mysteriously. My ever incredible coworkers found out, helped me blast off my remaining work and sent me home. We took his body to the vet first thing when they opened monday, it didn't look like he had choked or suffered in anyways, just a sudden passing. His vet and the zoo vet thought maybe he had some internal bleeding that didn't show symptoms, his body didn't look like he was in distress, just asleep.
As he wasn't an old dog and had been as crazy hyper as ever on his walk only an hour before it happened this was a shock for the whole family, how could a dog so happy, healthy (we thought?) and young suddenly drop like that? I wanted to get a necropsy done but my family was very upset at the thought of his body getting cut up for nothing, it wouldn't bring him back so why do it. We had him cremated, his urn has birds on it cause he loved to chase them.
So we were pretty messed up for a while. I have a habit of stopping by the humane society often now that they've moved right by my work and just a few days before I'd seen a few dogs I liked. I went to visit them a couple times over the first week after he was gone, it was way too soon so I didn't ask to meet them or anything, just looked and enjoyed their antics.
Finally I caved and emailed my friends who work in a different part of the shelter and asked them to tell me about a great dane cross that I was really sweet on, just wanted to know his history etc. The told me everything, including the part about how he'd tried to pull a rat through the bars when he was being assessed so that kinda made him a no go for around my birds. Jeff told me to come down to meet the dog anyways, and added there was a little boxer cross he wanted me to see. So I went down and when i got there he told me that he'd actually put my name on the puppy as being someone who wanted to adopt her. Not having SEEN the puppy I was a bit surprised at that.
Of course when I met her I understood, it was love at first sight. She is a blue brindle with floppy ears and a dent in her tail from where someone had tried the "rubber band" docking technique. I'm so glad that it failed/was stopped before it was too late.
Normally, I'm not much of a puppy person. I like big goofy things who need second chances, but my parents had said that if we got another dog they would want it to be a puppy.
Long story short, we're now fostering her for a bit while she gets over kennel cough. I have never seen such a well behaved puppy in my life! She is so calm and gentle, already knows sit, that peeing outside is good, and she isn't even 3 months old yet!
I really hope we can keep her, we still have some time left in the fostering. While she is still a foster puppy i'm not allowed to post pictures of her online otherwise this post would be full of em, so if I get her expect a photoposting!
But I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
