Molly is our third dog. We tend to have difficulty getting a new dog when a beloved one dies - it took me three years after we lost our English Springer, Duffy, to consider Zeus (a retired Lab who had been a narcotics dog), and then seven years after Zeus' passing to get Molly. It just hurts too much to lose a dog, and I still cry for both Duffy and Zeus.
But, Craig and I started feeling ready to have a dog in the family a year or so ago and had been casually looking for a while. We were interested in another Lab who had been a service dog.
Zeus and my mother at Thanksgiving, 2010.
What better resource for a service dog that needs a home than my friend, Kathy Nimmer?
Kathy, her dog, Nacho, and me being interviewed by Korean radio station eBUSAN-FM in October.
Sunday, I said something to Craig about sending her an email asking her if she knew of any available dogs, and he had no objections. Neither one of us realized just how fast things were going to go as soon as I sent that email Monday morning.
Hi, Kathy,
Craig and I are looking for a dog to adopt. We are interested in finding one that is several years old (or older) that needs rehoming, whether it is a service dog that can no longer serve for some reason, or one that is retiring and needs a good home. Craig suggested that I email you and let you know of our interest and ask you that, if you hear of someone needing to rehome a dog, please keep us in mind. Or, if you know of any places that have service animals for adoption, could you please share those with us?
Our beloved Zeus has been gone seven years and so obviously we are in no hurry and can be patient. We also can provide references from our vet and others who know how we care for our animals.
So, if you hear anything, we would appreciate you thinking of us!
Thanks!
I heard back from her that same morning. A Lab had come into a vet's office up in LaGrange, Indiana and might be a good prospect. She put me in touch with Sue Keenan, a woman there who works with rescue animals and had let her know about this dog, and Sue and I exchanged a flurry of emails all day Monday. The vet agreed to hold the dog until Friday when we could come up (and when she would be healed enough from having been spayed in order to travel home with us should we adopt her.)
We headed up to northern Indiana's Amish country Friday morning. (I got a sub for my class.)
We did not have a whole lot of information on the dog - we knew that Molly was from an Amish farm, and that it was not a puppy mill situation. She had just had a litter of eight puppies in September and, for whatever reason, the farmer was giving her away. The rescue person assured us that the vet clinic that had the dog was very picky about the animals they rehomed, and that if Molly were there, she had passed some tests.
Our first meeting.
We were told that she was timid, and that was true. She did not seem to like to have adults loom over her and was more comfortable if we sat down.
Her tail was tucked the entire time, but her health was good, she was just about to turn four years old, and, despite the timidity, she was not reacting out of fear to anything. She was quiet, and although she shook and shivered at times, she would interact with us.
Home she came with us!
It was a three hour drive, but she did well - no panting or pacing in the back seat. She curled up and slept quite a bit.
Checking out her new digs with Craig.
I often wonder what runs through their minds at times like this. I know she had to be unsure of herself, but she was also pretty stoic.
We had two absolute "musts" about Molly's adoption - she had to be good with children (we have fourteen grandchildren) and she had to get along with our daughter, Lisa's, dog, Millie, who visits us several times weekly.
Lisa dropped by after school (she's a teacher like me) to meet our new family member. They got along just fine.
Checking out rooms in the house - nothing like starting where the Christmas gift wrapping chaos is happening!
We did have one demonstration of Molly's Amish background that surprised us (but in retrospect, really should not have.)
Molly had never seen a TV before, and when we switched it on to watch the news, she did not know what to make of it! She would pace around the couch, sit down and watch, go around the couch again...
Finally, she just sat down and watched with us!
She watched TV for nearly half an hour before finally losing interest (or just getting tired - it had been a long day, after all!)
Craig had bought her a big cushion to sleep on, and so he brought it out for her and they stretched out together for a while as we wound down the day.
Poor girl had to be tired! So many changes so quickly. But I think we are off to a good start and am excited to begin our life together with Molly.