Sometimes you go to the barn to hack your horse.
Sometimes you go to the barn to mostly ignore your horse because a sweet adorable little puppy has captured your heart.
This is a story about the later.
I don’t know the full story, but someone dropped an approx eight-week-old female lab mix puppy at our barn this week. When my trainer put the pictures of her on Facebook, I kind of melted.
Okay, I seriously melted.
shamelessly begged asked politely all day if my husband would consider the puppy. We had been talking about getting a third dog for a while, because our Boston is getting older and our Springer is middle aged… surely a younger dog would keep the household fresh and alive! After looking at a few puppies through a local rescue, we decided it would be best to wait for my husband to finish with his graduate degree.
my this puppy showed up.
After having a rational discussion with my husband, we agreed that it still was probably not a good time to get the puppy. Someone had inquired with my trainer already, and surely the cute little puppy was in no danger of finding a home fast.
Then I went to the barn and saw her.
And she was skinny…
And she had a wormy belly…
And she had fleas…
And it was thundering off in the distance…
You see where this is going.
I got a tentative ‘yes’ from the husband, with the agreement that we would do a 48 hour trial and if it was a really bad idea we would adopt her out. About 4 hours into this, she was asleep in his arms.
So, meet Pascale. Formally she is Pascael 5S, because instead of the new phone I was supposed to get today – I got a puppy. I think it’s much better this way 🙂