Yes, we have a puppy from the streets of Texas and the story is as amazing as he is.
After Ratchet found a nice, non-kid family (we had him for a few month but he food-guarded against my children and bit my son twice – once in the face — so our trainer couldn’t help), I missed him and wondered if we were meant for a dog. After a year and a half, I reached out to a long time freader, dog lover and foster dog mom in Texas, Casey, and ask her what she thought. She talked to her trainer friend as well. I was definitely open to her saying: Stick to cats. But she didn’t.
Armed with her suggestions, Scott and I continued to research and read about breeds, and we narrowed it down to Retrievers and Labradors. We wanted dogs who thought people were awesome because my biggest fear was creating another negative experience for my children or for a dog. We also believed that the family, who had Ratchet before us, was not honest about why they rehomed him (they had him from a puppy and once they had a mobile child, they rehomed him) so we knew we wanted a puppy.
We began looking at breeders’ websites but not rescuing an animal weighed heavy on my heart so we went no further.
A week ago, this photo popped up on my Facebook newsfeed.
I commented (from Virginia): “OMG so cute! Can he come to Virginia?”
Casey (who lives in Texas) responded: “Actually we’re flying into Dulles in a week.”
Wha??? So I asked for more details.
Her friend rescues animals in Texas, and someone called her to report a Mama dog and 12 puppies living on the side of a road in San Antonio. When she arrived, the mother was nowhere to be found, and only four puppies were there. Two had been hit by cars and were dead, but Lars and his brother were alive.
They were underweight, covered in fleas and ticks and had only ever drank from their mother when she brought them to her rescue center foster home. She introduced them to food, bowls, got them shots, tended to their skin and began looking for homes. One brother was adopted immediately, but the other was still making his way around Facebook.
I told Scott and we prayed and talked and asked the kids. My son said: I think he’s supposed to be a part of our family.
We decided that we had room in our hearts to see if the path would open up for the puppy to get from Texas to Virginia. No one in Texas wanted him. The vet okayed the travel. The airline had room.
On Saturday, we drove up to Dulles airport where I met Casey, her husband and our puppy for the first time.
His name is Lars, a minor deity that protects families, a drummer from Metallica, and the newest member of our family. He still has little scars from all the ticks on him, and he’s more comfortable eating off the floor than the bowl, but he is cuddly and sweet, and my son laid down next to him and said: Lars is my brother.
Welcome home, buddy.
PS. Casey did so much to make this happen. I could not be more grateful for her support whether it’s with dogs, this blog or our friendship. Thank you.