You may think that this is a post about the Prime Minister of the UK during WWII. Well sorry fellow history buffs, you will be sadly disappointed as this is a post about my dog. My amazing, rescued dog.
A little background: I always had a dog growing up. I can’t remember ever NOT having one to be honest. When I went to friends homes that didn’t have dogs, I felt like out of place. The first dog was Clyde. He was the definition of mutt. Nobody knew his real parentage in terms of breed but he was the sweetest dog. According to my parents, I used to crawl, pull and accidentally kick that poor dog as a toddler all the time but he never did a thing. But if anyone he didn’t know came near me, he was on his feet and in between us. I spent most of my childhood with Clyde. He died of old age when I was nine. There were many dogs after that came from animal shelters and rescue organizations.
When my husband and I bought our house, the first thing we wanted to do was get a dog. My husband never had a dog growing up and I missed having one after a few years of apartment living. I only had one rule: the dog had to be a rescue. None of this paying a ton of money for a purebred when there were so many dogs already born that needed homes.
This is where petfinder.com came in. For those not familiar with this amazing site, well it really is a fabulous resource for both people wanting to rescue an animal and the animal shelters looking to reach out to more people. We looked for awhile. We knew we wanted a medium size dog; not a dog I could carry in my purse but also not a dog who could eat us out of house and home when it’s fully grown. It took some time because there were some dogs with tags that they weren’t “good around children”. I wish I could have taken them in but we were thinking about having kids at the time so we wanted a dog that was there for the long haul. I never want to have to choose between my child and my dog because unfortunately it’s just another dog in the system. Another problem is young dogs go so quick that there were a few times they were already adopted by the time we called.
But finally, one day when I was scrolling dogs instead of working we found him. Two boy and two girl dogs were dumped on the side of the road in Ohio. I live in Connecticut so I read the story and thought it was a long shot but my husband responded back to the e-mail link that he really liked the dogs. When I got the confirmation that the shelter would hold one of the boys for 24 hours till I got confirmation that we would take him was the sign I needed that this was our dog.
Now was the hard part, finding a way to transport an 8 week old puppy from Ohio to Connecticut safely and without stressing him out. Which brought me to Puppy Express Delivery out of Arkansas which I don’t know is in business anymore since their website no longer works. But this man named Clint went out on these road trips from Arkansas to Florida back up to Michigan through New England and back just picking up dogs and bringing them to their new homes. He had this fully equipped trailer with A/C and playing dog themed movies like “Beverly Hill Chihuahua”. He made constant stops to let the animals out, feed them and give them any medication that they need. He had a huge heart and I was very happy to find him.
Once the plans were in place, we were like pregnant parents at the baby store (I only know now how easy I really had it then), we bought food, dishes, collars, a crate, beds, toys….our house was filled with dog stuff. When we got the call that morning that he was an hour away, we couldn’t wait to get to the meeting place and meet our new dog.
Winston enjoying his first night.
There have been bumps along the way but this was the dog for us. He was house trained in five months. He’s sweet, he’s protective when needed, he’s great around other dogs and the most importantly, he had no jealously issues when our son was born. He considers him a brother and has never shown aggression. I still keep an eye, especially now that my son is a toddler and you never know what can set a dog off, but Winston hasn’t given me a real reason to worry yet.
If you decide that you want to get a pet, please adopt.