With that said, the family had already decided to adopt at least one pet at the time that Fergi was diagnosed. And so, we will be adding not one, but two dogs to our family tomorrow. I'm not really comfortable with the timing, but I find that I can rationalize just about anything these days. So, anyway, we are adopting from the pound two dogs. The first one is a puppy. (I'm not thrilled with the prospect of a puppy, but (1) they didn't have an adult version of this dog available; (2) Luke and Evie really wanted a puppy and wouldn't consider any other dog; and (3) she is really super cute.) She's a retriever mix and three months old. We haven't decided on a name yet, although the kids have discussed the following possibilities:
- Odie (think Garfield)
- Gilmore Girl
Then, completely on accident, I fell in love with this dog.
Isn't he adorable, in a shaggy, pathetic kind of way? He's three and a half years old and sweet as he could be. I seriously fell in love on the spot, even though I wasn't looking for this dog. It was just meant to be and I couldn't leave him there. Chuck and Lindsey are making fun of him because he looks old. They keep calling him the "geriatric dog", but he is seriously sweet and adorable. The names I have picked out for him include:
- Walter (Cronkite)
- Albert or Finney (as in Albert Finney)
All three pets are having surgery today. The two from the pound are being "fixed" and Fergi is getting her lump removed. All three will meet tomorrow, but they should be drugged up and feeling weak so they won't be aggressive - at least, that's my hope. We'll keep them away from each other, but I just have this feeling that it's all going to work out perfectly. And if there's one thing you learn in the Army, its to be optimistic. (Consider that Movie Quote 55).
Oh, just got a call from the vet. Fergi did fine, but we probably won't know anything about the spreading or extent of the cancer until next week sometime.