One year ago today we loaded up Dexter and Lacey, driving about a half hour away to meet a small black-and-white spotty dog.I had been following her page on Petfinder for a couple of weeks, ogling her pictures and obsessively re-reading her description. She was one of those dogs that, for some reason you can't quite articulate, stick with you. You can't get them out of your mind. You picture them in your home, sharing your life with you. You ponder names and what colour collar they will wear.
My husband wasn't as tempted as I was and he wanted to look at dogs closer to home (she was being fostered over an hour and a half away). I understood his reasoning, but the little dog with the funny name hovered in my mind. I kept bringing her up; I couldn't help myself. Finally he said, "Alright. E-mail the rescue and see if she's still available." I did. I didn't think such a sweetheart of a dog would still be without a home, but she was.
E-mails were exchanged and a meetup was scheduled. The day after my husband's birthday we loaded up the furry ones and rushed off, all excitement and nerves, to meet a little dog called Fig.
I was smitten the moment I saw her in person. I wanted to wrap her up in a great big hug and never let go. But I managed not to, because that's not a polite way to greet an unknown dog.
Clearly, the meeting went well. Fig and Dex got along just dandy. Fig even behaved around Lacey the cat, which had been my biggest concern. (In fact, Fig showed no interest in Lacey at all). And so Figgy came home with us that very afternoon.
I knew it was right when Fig jumped into the back of our SUV, settled down in her seat and fell asleep straight away.
