>Bullock and I have started the dog adoption process with an area rescue organization that specializes in the Brittany, a bird dog bred for hunting, and thus, for better or worse, plentiful around here. We’re currently considering this cute 3-year-old girl, whom the rescuers have named Betty Boop:
Betty has some house-training issues still to deal with, because it seems she came from a home where they didn’t follow up on such things or else kept her somewhere where it didn’t matter (her story isn’t clear, except that she had several litters of puppies, and yet through it all is still sweet, social with humans and furry creatures alike, and gentle in nature). And so Bullock and I are trying to figure out if we can handle the extra training. Originally we were interested in adult dogs so we wouldn’t have to house-break them, but Betty seems so good in so many other ways, that we’re still considering her. We still have the house visit by the regional coordinator, and we may go meet Betty or she may come visit us. So keep your fingers crossed for us that whether Betty is our girl, or some other dog becomes part of our pack, that we end up with the right dog for us, and the dog ends up with the right people for her (or him, as the case may be).
Btw, if you’re wondering how we ended up looking for a Brittany, this is how it happened. After lots and lots of research about various breeds, as well as obsessive watching of both the AKC/Eukenuba and Westminster Kennel Club dog shows (at least on my part), we came back again and again to the Brittany. For awhile there, as you may recall, I was infatuated with Portuguese Water Dogs, but I decided that the breed wasn’t right for us. Working dogs are too clever and willful for me. The Brittany, as a breed, is affectionate, eager to please, not generally willful, smart enough to learn but not deviously clever, and people-oriented. They’re an active breed that needs lots of exercise, but I’m looking for a running partner, so that’s a good thing in my book. Plus, they’re a medium sized breed, which means that in case of an emergency I can pick the dog up myself. After Wiley’s ear infection last year, when he was too dizzy to get down from our second floor on his own, I was adamant about getting a dog I can pick up myself. But neither Bullock and I wanted a very small dog; I figured it wouldn’t be a great running companion and Bullock just didn’t want something too, well, foofy. So that’s how we ended up interested in the Brittany. And the fact that the rescue organizations are over-populated with them around here — this is a big hunting area, and sometimes hunters surrender the dogs who turn out gun shy or don’t bird well, or whatever — made me feel like they were a breed in need.
The regional coordinator was so excited to read in our application that we’d done our research, btw. One of the main reasons dogs end up in shelters and rescue organizations is that people get a dog because it’s cute and don’t know anything about the breed’s general qualities and needs. There’s a Boxer down the street who’s suffering because of that. Poor thing is left out in the back yard by himself all day and he’s clearly bored out of his mind. He barks all day — and I know it’s him because of that characteristic Boxer bark that sounds more like a baby crying than a dog — and frequently jumps the fence. And I *never* see his owners walking him. Poor thing.
Anyway, not only did the rescue coordinator *tell* me she was impressed that we’d done our research, but the fact that she called at 8:30am this morning after I’d submitted the adoption application around 11pm last night told me something! I suppose the fact that we *weren’t* asking for the one puppy they have right now (actually, Betty’s pup) made her leap at the chance to give us a call. She was definitely very excited to talk to me this morning!
This is all proceeding much faster than I thought it would. Who knows — we may have a new addition to the household pretty soon!