As I wrote about yesterday, the sudden loss of Argos had all of us reeling. The happiness of the graduation celebration was a stark contrast to losing our beloved Greyhound.
I was worried about Purl. She is not a leader dog. She depended on having other dogs around, especially her buddy Argos. Added to this, the commotion of a busy house and company was overwhelming for her.
We gave her a room of her own to chill in, complete with her favorite treat; a peanut butter stuffed Kong. That helped in the immediate post-loss period. But…
The cats, who loved to steal Argos’ bed and bug him using the invisi-cat shield, were also left to wonder… what’s next?
Purl was depressed at first, as you might expect. Then she seemed to rebound. We needed some time and space for everything to calm down. Maybe Purl would relish the ‘only dog’ status in time.
We heaped on extra love and treats. She seemed to rebound well. We went back and forth to the coast a few times, and she was typical Purl — loving the hikes and car rides.
Then, about 3 or 4 weeks later, she slowed down. She lost some of that zest. Enough that I kept checking her to make sure she was OK and not sick.
It was as if she kept thinking as soon as we reached ‘there’ that Argos would show up. But… he didn’t of course. She was still eating and healthy, but definitely glum.
What About… Adopting Another Dog?
We wondered about adding a new dog to the family. Both to fill the void of Argos and be a friend for Purl. We visited the shelter. We thought about it, but were still unsure.
Then my son found a dog on RescueMe.org who was in search of a new home. She was a 3-year old Corgi. She came with a warning about being a ‘resource guarder’ (possessive of food and toys), but otherwise good with dogs, cats, and a people-lover. Caution advised with small children.
I was proceeding with caution. Her photo was adorable. I figured she would certainly be adopted by now, but I sent an email to inquire. Several emails, a phone call, and a few texts later, we decided to meet in a couple weeks. The date was set. We both wanted to make sure she was a good fit.
We drove to a mutual meeting spot (approximately mid-way for both of us) to meet. We brought Purl along for the meeting. Purl wasn’t sure what to make of such a short, energetic dog.
Avie was living in of a house of large dogs, trying to be the boss of everyone. She had been well cared for but was stressed and not happy. We talked for quite a long time and agreed to give this adoption a try. If it didn’t work out, we could get back in contact.
There’s lots more to this story, but suffice to say it was love at first sight. We took some time to get to know each other and learn the house rules, especially who the true Boss of the House is, Quincy.
Fast Forward to Now And…
She loves long walks, food(!), and couch-lounging. She is a great dog. She makes us laugh several times a day and helps heal the holes left by all of the one-of-a-kind dogs before her. ❤