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Meeting the Diva!
Saturday Sep 25, 2004 02:31:00 PM
(REAL Family Press - 9/25/04 - copyrighted by Linda Nelson AKA "The Lady")
Since January (I think I mentioned this in the first Press), I’ve sorta/kinda had this deep desire to want a “purse pupper” as I’ve come to call them… I truly can’t explain why, but just have had many, many thoughts of how nice it would be to have one of those tiny puppers like many of the celebrities have… Not than I am a celebrity, but I can understand the need and want to have something that teeny tiny to love up on…
When I first got the idea, I did look on the Internet, but seldom does one of these teeny tiny puppers get into rescue… And I’m really opposed to purchasing puppies because there are just too many dogs and cats dying every day in shelters… Add to this fact is the one that I knew Paul just didn’t want any more dogs regardless… Period…
But I kept looking at the website of our local shelter anyway… About every 4-5 days I’d stroll over and look at the puppers up for adoption… Since January, I’d also make trips out to the shelter four times… I kept this information to myself around here because there was no need to buy myself trouble, ya know?... LOL… I can have enough problems around here just in the day-to-day things… …
Early last week, a teeny tiny white and honey colored Chihuahua appeared on our local shelter’s website… In the past, I’ve gone to the shelter to look at a specific dog to get there and find out it’s much bigger than it appears in the photo… Or it’s a yapper that non-stop drives you to distraction… It had to be a female so that Rogaine wouldn’t get as jealous… And I didn’t want a pup and be forced to go through potty-training again… All four times, for one reason or another, the pup I’d gone to the shelter to look at just didn’t have all the criteria… And I just wasn’t willing to “battle” around here for anything “less than”…
I had prepared myself for this latest Chi to have some kind of problem – if not being snappy, being a whiner… Or something… And when she turned out to be smaller than I expected, a quiet type of personality and fairly young, I admit to getting a few heart tugs… So I brought Desiree out with me to look at her and reveal just how much effort I’d been going through for the past few months in this endeavor…
Well, she fell in love with this little white angel too… On the way home, we discussed all the pros and cons and I reached the conclusion that as much as I liked this little pupper, I just wasn’t willing to battle Paul over her… He just thought with my health issues, four dogs would be too much...
I just didn’t want to struggle in order to get this pupper… And then the shelter lady told us about the lotteries they hold – when more than one person shows up for a particular pup, the shelter holds a lottery… You’re required to be there ON THE DOT at 3PM when they open, be in line and ready to enter the lottery…
She sorta/kinda gave us the “heads up” about all of this – how it works – when she observed just how much we were interested in this little pupper…
Desiree decided that she was “stepping up to the plate” regarding this pup… She intended to talk to Paul about the pup when I reached the conclusion I was not willing to struggle over her… I told Des that Daddy would NOT want another dog – regardless of the hows, whys, etc. – and that it was a complete waste of her time… Paul ended the rather short conversation with “Do what you want, but when you realize you’ve made a bad decision, I’ll be sitting on my throne, ready to tell you I told you so”…. (sigh)… One more item on the side of the sheet under “Reasons why I should not attempt to adopt this pupper”….
Then I spent Thursday night not being able to sleep, worrying about the lottery and if in any way I’d won the lottery, the changes that would need to occur around here, my reasons for wanting to adopt this pupper, etc… I did not have a good night and the next morning continued on the same wretched vein… I was about 2 hours away from the time I needed to leave the house to be at the shelter on time when I just figured it was a complete waste of my time… And that I must be a defective dysfunctional human being to have this strong want and desire…
Well, Desiree and I did indeed go the shelter… One mishap after another began to occur… I couldn’t get ahold of the school like I needed to… There was a traffic jam on the way there and instead of being on-time, we were running about 20 minutes behind… We’re standing in line outside the shelter, and overhearing others discuss this dog and that dog and the number 12 (our pup’s kennel number) coming up in discussion after discussion… Once inside precisely on the dot at 3PM, there was three of us in the lottery and after writing my name down on the piece of paper, the rest of it was sorta/kinda blurry…
Des tells me that if looks could kill – the lady behind me also interested in the same pupper practically killed me with her looks and stares… The shelter employee led us down to an exercise pen, told us to wait and then went inside to get our pupper… Apparently this other lady (with her two “rug rats” as the shelter employee called them), followed us and stared wickedly at us the whole time…
I, on other the other hand, had gotten very misty-eyed once I’d heard my name called out from the lottery… I sorta/kinda just followed where I was led and the first time I held this little pupper, it was serious love-struck… Serrious… Her poor little ribs are sticking out all the way down her sides and if she weighs 3pounds, she’s lucky…
I had brought some cookies with me (just in case) and when we opened up the ziplock baggie, you’d have thought she’d never been fed before in her life… She’s shedding like crazy because of the stress of being in this shelter environment AND her kennel being between two HUGE dogs (like 75 & 125 lbs… OMG~!!!!... she can hear their deep, deep barks, but can’t see them… She doesn’t know that they can’t come into her kennel and I’m sure in her little pea-brain, the whole experience is immensely traumatic to her…
Walking around, it’s as if she’s operating in a fog… She went and widdled (potty-trained – thank you!)… Then sorta/kinda wandered around like she didn’t know where to go or why… I don’t think she’s “slow” or anything like that, but we suspect she’s 1-2 years old… And at her size?... EVERYTHING is huge and scarey… Plus all the things she’s probably never faced before in her life… Just the concrete only environment of the kennel is probably a new experience for her… Her entire paw is no larger than a quarter, if that… And there’s not an extra ounce of fat on her anywhere… (sigh)…
I’d make a blankee for her the previous night and took it with me… If I’d not won the lottery, I still planned on giving it to the winner… Every little dog needs and deserves a blankee, ya know?... She appears to be a quiet cuddler when she’s in normal situations, but she’s definitely not in any kind of “normal” now…
So, we went and did the paperwork… She’s got to stay and be spayed today… They are closed tomorrow and so I can pick her up anytime after 10AM on Monday… (ask me how close to 10AM I plan on being there!!!)…
The previous day I’d found her “purse” and had put it on reserve at Petco… On the way home, I stopped in and purchased it along with a few cans of puppy food… That’s about the best way I know to add back the ounces she’s lost and I already have different food regimes here between Rogaine and the twins… What is one more separate kind of food, ya know?...
I looked for a sweater for her, but even their EX-Small was twice the size of her… The best I can do for now is to have a few blankees ready for her, and once she’s home here with us, I can make a sweater for her… Then it will fit for sure… Anything else will just hang on her like a big sister’s hand-me-down that is two sizes too big…
Last night, it all started to sink in… That I had finally found the cuddle-bunny I’d been looking for… And that things were working out that she’d actually be coming home with us… I’m still sorta/kinda overwhelmed that I was the winner of the lottery… I do know all the odds were stacked against me, including my own bad luck at things that I really want…
Now, here’s the part that I referred to at the beginning of this “war & peace” Press… Last night after calling Paul and telling him that we’d won the lottery, he revealed that he’d spent the afternoon so far doing nothing more but searching the Internet for a teacup Chihuahua… After hearing that, I was floored and overwhelmed… As much as he didn’t want to add another dog to our motley crew, he’d gone to those efforts to attempt to find one… When I asked why, he told me that he didn’t like what he saw when he’d left for work… The “so-down-in-the-dumps” attitude that I’d been in…
Awwwww…. Yes, folks… It was one of those “touchy/feeley” moments that have come to seldom in my life… Never in a millon years would I have expected Paul to have done that… NEVER… Talk about scoring some MAJOR brownie points~~!!!... Geezie, peezie… You could have knocked me over with a feather, and in fact, I welled up and had an all out cry over the softness and love he’d displayed by his recognition of how I felt about all of this and then his Internet searching…
I have NEVER been so touched by something Paul has done… Just the fact he spent his time doing that continues to floor me even now…
Her name is now Diva… And for hours, Desiree and I have been bouncing around saying “We’re getting a Diva”… LOL… We have the “Diva purse” already, food of course, and I’ve gotten a black collar (with diamonds of course), leash, etc… I’m working on soft blankees for her and am counting the hours until Monday… I’m some kind of happy camper…
This morning, I checked the shelter’s website and Diva’s picture and information has already been removed… That tickled me too… And I can’t wait to share photos of her on Monday… I’m keeping my fingers crossed so that Rogaine, YogiBear and BooBooDog accept her nicely… And I’ve embarrassed Paul by telling him JUST how GREAT and NICE he was… LOL…
A new adventure for us has begun… And I can’t wait to start experiencing our life with Diva being a part of it…
As Always, The Lady
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