Monday, September 17

Dogs And Music..Yes, It Says Dog!

I have been talking to the kids for the last few weeks about a cat. I figured they are ready for a bigger more "hands on" pet and to be honest, I think I am too. We have looked at cats, talked about cats, even thought of names for cats but for some reason I just could not do it.

I decided it was time to go look at the humane society for a pet. I had been talking to Mars at work about the humane society and I knew that was where we should start. What's the harm? We are only going to look.
Friday after school we all piled into the car and headed off to the city. After a 100 guesses as to where exactly we were going this afternoon (I didn't tell them at first) they finally guessed correctly and we began a very frank discussion about how to act and what to expect when we are there, because remember, we are only going to LOOK!

The Humane Society in Edmonton is a beautiful building. When we walked in the first thing I noticed was the soft peaceful music that was played throughout the building. I also noticed how many people were there working/volunteering. There were people everywhere dressed in scrubs willing to answer our questions. Everyone was friendly and kind and ridiculously patient. It was a very nice place.

The children and I walked around the first section and looked at all the cats. The rooms they were in were beautiful and filled with lots of toys and scratching posts for them to play with. I looked at all of the cats just lounging around and happily waked past every single cat. I felt no attachment or draw to any of them, and neither did the kids.
As far as I was concerned, we came we saw we could now, all leave. Then Seth walked around the corner and called back to all of us, "hey, I found the dogs!"

Now, this is when, as the adult, I should have had a better handle on the situation. Before we all took one step around the corner I should have said to myself, "No, do not go over there!Unless you have sedation do not go look at any of those animals because remember you are not strong enough to walk away...." but I forgot to remind myself of that.

We all walked around the corner and in that very second what was tranquil and fun, turned to pressure and longing. I saw the first dog and it was a beautiful, huge brown and white dog with fantastic blue eyes.
 I walked past and it just stared up at me. My internal voice decided that just looking at the dog was not torturous enough, it needed to add dialog to the experience too. So as I was walking past this beautiful creature my mind started narrating for the animal..."Hi, I would love to come to your house and be loved, I am a really good boy and if you get me out of here I'll be loyal and kind and loving forever. Just PLEASE get me out of here"
My heart started beating faster. I could feel my body temp going up too. I was crumbling.
I walked past the second dog room. It was worse. This little white bog was staring up at me through the glass with its droopy eyes. But that physical feature just added to my merciless dialog. "Look at that adorable puppy, its crying wanting to go home with you so bad."

I needed to go sit down. I left the dog viewing area and sat by the water fall sculpture. Took a few deep breaths and was able to collect myself enough to have the fleeting thought, you should just run Joelle! Run for the doors, and go back to the car. The kids will find you eventually. But right when I thought my legs might actually obey me, the kids were excitedly running over with a sheet of paper in Gabes hand.
"Mom, each dog has a write up about them and we found one we like!"
Ooh dammit!

The once tranquil music had now turned to Sarah McLachlan on repeat singing about hungry, starving orphaned pets.

While I walked over to meet my doom, I read the paper the children handed me. It is an adorable write up that each animal has by the door to its room. It starts off by saying, "Hi, I am (insert name of animal) I am a loving and kind and fun 5 month old puppy. I would love to live with you and share a loving family, but here are a few things you should know about me..blah blah blah" My last chance to turn and run, but then I saw her..

And the rest, as they say, is history.




When I saw her, I have no idea what happened, I just knew she was meant to be with our family. No one at the HS knows what kind of dog she is so I have been calling her an "Alberta special". Her name is Alex, but to be honest it's not flowing so I think that might get changed.

For the last few days I have been cramming in dog information. I am not too sure exactly what the hell I was thinking, but it feels right. Scary, but right.


Along with my new puppy, I wanted to share some new music too.

This one from Weeds. (my new favorite show)




All of these were courtesy of Shazam while I was out and about this weekend.









Today:

I am grateful for this new puppy. I have been feeling really lonely lately and I have enjoyed the company this weekend. I pathetically bought a mens XL sweatshirt the other day and wore it on the couch while I watched TV. Shameful I know, but for those few hours it made me feel less alone.

I am grateful for nice soap.

I am grateful for fall.

J









2 comments:

Tanya said...

If you ever want to know what breed Alex is there are dna kits you can get and they will tell what breed(s) she is.

Congratulations on the new addition to the family.

Ken said...

I think this pup might be exactly what you need Joelle. You'll be an awesome dog owner.

Dogs won't let you be lonely. :)

also, great songs this week.