Since Mushroom died, I’ve been sort of kind of looking for a new dog. I got my name on the list for a litter of Border Collie Rat Terrier mixes from somebody I know, but they won’t happen until next year and I don’t really want a puppy. I went to the shelter a couple weeks ago and met a dog there but he didn’t really do it for me.
And then a friend of a friend on Facebook found a little brown dog.
I love the internet. Have I mentioned that lately?
And so there he was, this attractive, trim, athletic-looking brown dog. Right age (about a year), right size (about 15 inches). Athletic, active, good with other dogs, friendly and sweet, not bouncing off the walls crazy busy, quiet, not destructive in the house. And being fostered by someone who knows flyball and knows sport dogs and could decently evaluate whether a dog would actually be a good sport dog.
Only problem? He was really far away. Too far for me to drive.
Conveniently, there is a flyball tournament this weekend and while my team is not playing, lots of other teams are. Including teams from way down yonder in North Carolina where this little boy was living. It took a little pleading and a little teamwork, but the flyball community stepped up and found room in an overstuffed minivan for a small brown dog and his stuffed duck.
And I drove down to West Virginia with three dogs in the car and picked him up.
I was kind of nervous about getting a dog completely sight unseen. I won’t lie. And I wasn’t completely planning on a rescue dog for my next sport dog.
But he is so incredibly sweet. Even if he doesn’t work out as a sport dog (and he is rather timid so I think it will take some time and some work, though he does like to tug!), he is just such a nice dog and I am so happy to have him with me.
I am so grateful to the internet community and to the flyball community for the hookup and for making it possible for him to get to me.
And so I introduce to you…. Hambone.
Welcome home Hammy. Welcome home.