The 7-Up distributor in town went out of business years ago, and the various buildings connected with it have sat vacant ever since. Then, a few months ago, one of them was painted a hideous acid-green color and occupied by an animal rescue group.
I had told them that we would rescue a West Highland terrier, or a
small terrier mix of that type, or a Schnauzer, or...
And they called me
on Saturday and said they had a purebred Schnauzer.
I saw this little silvery dog dog yesterday when I stopped by the place after church. I fell in love her. How could I not.
They put her in a room with some cats, and she showed no interest. They stuck a young kitten in front of her and she sniffed at it and the kitten bared it claws and she backed off. I know the cat is not going to be happy, but I was reasonably convinced the dog would not try to hunt down the cat and eat her.
Today I paid the adoption fee and bought a sack of food at the feed store of the variety that the dogs at the rescue center are currently being fed. Tomorrow I will pick up this dog, who is about a year old.
She is a sweet little thing. In fact, I suspect we will end up calling her "Sweetie" or "Sweetie-pie."
Our first dog died in 2003 (on our son's birthday, as it happens), so it has been quite a while since we have owned a dog. Our first dog was practically perfect in every way. I hope this one will be too.