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    Wednesday, December 23, 2009

    The Great Christmas Puppy Hunt

    Well, last week I told you about our impending trip to the big house to interview a dog for possible adoption. Darbetta the Labradoodle turned out to be an entirely new breed of Labradoodle that looks nothing like a Labradoodle and in fact looks like a mutt. We have nothing against mutts, and it wasn’t her fault she was misrepresented. We met and interacted with Darbetta but quickly figured out she just wasn’t the dog for us. Also, she wasn’t finished with her training and couldn’t come home with us that day.

    So we headed back to the Springs—disappointed and dogless. A stop at the Humane Society yielded nothing so we picked the boys up from their grandparents and never breathed a word of our failed mission.

    Later that afternoon, I got a hot tip that Labradoodles were being sold in the Safeway parking lot in Falcon. Mom and I jumped in the car, but by the time we got there, they were gone.

    The next day we checked back. No Labradoodles. We hopped over to the Wal-Mart across the street just in case, but the dogs weren’t there either. We did get another hot tip though. Blue Heelers for sale at the Circle R. I understood four words of that sentence. What are Blue Heelers? What is a Circle R?

    The GPS units in the van and the Blackberry were equally stumped as to the elusive Circle R, but we did find Blue Heelers on the browser.

    “Are you sure?” I asked Mom, looking at the pic of a large, mottled gray dog on her tiny screen.

    “Oh, I’ve seen these dogs,” she answered. “They’re smart.”

    After doubling back between Falcon and the Springs so many times that I couldn’t rightly define ‘back,’ we finally located the Circle R—a feed store. Oh.

    We were greeted by Mommy-dog who happily showed off her babies, including this little sweetheart.

    Yep. She came home with us.

    Kory had Monkey and Chunky waiting in the living room when I walked in holding Willie, named after the whiny blonde in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Chunky’s eyes got big and a slow smile spread over his face.

    Monkey said, “You got us a dog. Great. Now we’re gonna have to pick up poop!” Since then he’s warmed up to our fuzzy new friend. Chunky is absolutely 100% in love with Willie. We’re amazed at her patience as he bear hugs her, carries her around the house, and over-loves the daylights out of her. She thinks he’s another puppy.

    The vet gave her a clean bill of health and told us we better give her a “job” or she will “dig up the backyard, take down the fence, and build a catapult into the neighbor’s yard.” Sounds like construction to me. Maybe a doggie hard hat is in order.

    Willie has become part of the family in four short days, and I think she’s the best Christmas present any of us could’ve asked for.


    Kersley Fitzgerald said...

    Wow. A Blue Heeler. Yeah.


    What was that? Let's just say that back when we got Dharma, we got an Aussie because we thought a Heeler would be too much for us.

    At least your boys will always be in the same room from now on.

    Evangeline Denmark said...

    Funny you should say that. We've already discovered that Willie is happiest when we're all in the same room. Talk about family togetherness!

    Beth K. Vogt said...

    You need to put the Santa hat on the puppy, E!
    She is soooo cute--and that is a direct quote from Christa!

    Jennifer AlLee said...

    Willie is quite possibly the cutest puppy I've ever seen. Made me want to go out and find one for my very own... until I read your son's comment about picking up poop. That brought me crashing right back down to reality!

    Seriously, congrats on the adorable new member of your family. Have an awesome Christmas!

    Donita K. Paul said...

    The Great Christmas Puppy Hunt was fun with a capital F. Evangeline left out the cell phone calls with the puppy owner. "Are you here?" "No, we're there." "Can you meet us at Big R?" "Yeah, I want cash." GPS the nearest bank. Where is it? In the same Safeway where the Labradoodles were not. More cell phone connections. "Are you back to where you were?" "Yes." "Wait for us. We're getting cash." "I'll wait." It began to sound like a drug deal going down. But it was a dog deal and the dog is a big deal. She's a charmer. Chunky's ecstactic. Monkey's learning cowboy tricks.

    Jenny B. Jones said...

    That is the cutest dog. Love the name. And what an awesome gift for the kids.

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