23 May 2016
A Pup Named Kip
We thought Deacon would be our last dog. In a way, he's responsible for teaching us to never say 'never'.
I remember a walk we took last winter when my husband and I talked about taking trips together once Deacon had passed away. We were dreamily making plans for the future, after our boy had lived out his natural life. Deacon looked over his shoulder as if to say 'I'm right here, you know'. We laughed and then apologized in the silly way you do when talking to your pet because...if they understand 'treat', 'car', 'drive', 'walk', 'play', 'toy', 'swim'...you get the idea. We had no idea that cancer had probably already taken hold in his system.
My husband and I are the softest dog owners you could ever meet This meant separate holidays and short outings while watching the clock. Oh the trips we would take together one day, and just imagine the spontaneity of booking into a hotel instead of driving home simply because we could. New hardwood floors would be nice.
Our boy has been gone nearly three months and we have no desire to book into a hotel...or plan a trip, or have shiny floors to stare blankly at. What we do want is to held accountable to the demands of a ball of fur the size of a soccer ball. We want our clothes to bear smears of dog spit and even the odd hole down to a playful tug. A bit of fur in the vacuum would be nice, the more the better. Sparkly clean floors devoid of paw prints are highly over-rated.
After a few weeks of trying to find a rescue and just missing out on one sweet boy, I called the breeder we bought Deacon from. A litter had been born just three days before. There were three red and white pups, three black and white - only one being male. The photo above was sent and last week my husband and I drove for just over two hours to meet what now looked more like a guinea pig than a dog. Once the pup nuzzled and complained about the lack of a food source he settled down for a nap in my arms. And just like that we were smitten.
If all goes well, this little bundle of joy will come to live with us towards the end of June and we've settled on a name - Kip.
Having lost two dogs to cancer, my husband and I have been doing some research on causes. It's been said that heredity is the gun, environment the trigger. Deacon was obsessed with balls and would go through one every couple of weeks - they were plastic and made in China. It's shocking that companies profess to cater to dogs with a litany of products and then put profit ahead of safety.
While we'll never know for sure what caused Deacon's cancer, losing him has taught my husband and I to question so much more than we already did. We spent some time yesterday making homemade chew toys (youtube is full of ideas) and will make our own treats. I home-cooked for Deacon towards the end of his life and plan to do more of that for Kip.
Reading for pleasure has been a bit slow lately but I finished reading a novel by Jean Rhys this morning and it was brilliant! I'll post my thoughts in a few days...enjoy the long weekend!