What does the number 18 mean to you?
If it’s an age, to me it is very young. If it’s your age, you likely think you’re very old, but you’re not. Trust me.
If it’s the number of things on your to-do list, you’re likely feeling overwhelmed.
If it’s the number of presents you received for Christmas, you are feeling very loved, and possibly a little spoiled.
If it’s the number of dogs in your house you might feel very outnumbered and quite insane.
For me, the number 18 does refer to the latter. But, it doesn’t feel overwhelming. Maybe a little insane, but it’s my insanity and I’m accustomed to it. Actually, 18 dogs in our house feels really manageable. A little quiet.
Dog number 19 left today for his new home. He is a cute, gangly Dalmatian boy. We called him Chip. I don’t yet know what his new family plans to call him.
Chip came to foster with us this past September. He had not had a bad life, but was just the victim of a twist of fate. The family that purchased him as a little puppy thought they would soon move into a new house with a big back yard. The timing, they believed, would all work out perfectly. Then life happened. The new house was not going to be a reality, but the active puppy in a one bedroom apartment was very real.
They decided to let us find Chip a new home through the Dalmatian Assistance League, Inc. I was very pleased to be able to help this family and this very sweet young dog.
We are picky when we search for new homes for our foster friends. Everything has to be right because we want their next home to be their final home. Chip had a lot of interest over the past few months, but there was always something that kept me from placing him.
Finally, thanks to a referral from a friend, a couple applied to adopt Chip and it was an almost-too-good-to-be-true match. Chip met humans…it was love. Chip met older Weimaraner sister-to-be…well, maybe not love at first sniff, but compatible. Definitely compatible.
And today, after a bath, lots of hugs, and a few words whispered in his floppy ear to PLEASE be good and not eat all their stuff, Chip headed off to start his new life.
And so my home is a bit quieter tonight. I have one less mouth to feed. One crate that will be empty. But, I do have a new photo of an obviously content dog in his new home. I have a happy heart knowing that Chip is in very good, loving hands. And I still have a few more foster dogs waiting for their “and they all lived happily ever after” ending.
Eighteen. It’s a great number today.