The day, I was looking at the Facebook page for the adoption group that we got Bunny and Flattery from. One thing I love about it is that new adopters often post pictures of their newly adopted hounds. It’s so much fun to see the dogs learning to live in a home and enjoy the finer things in life. As it happened, there were pictures of a hound who had just been adopted about a week before and she is adorable.
When I saw her pictures, it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen her picture on the adoption website. Not that I stalk the adoption group website or anything, mind you. Anyway, seeing this newly adopted dog that I didn’t recognize prompted me to just take a peek at the group’s website to see if there were any other hounds available that I hadn’t seen.
As it turns out, there were several and one of them caught my eye. Her name is Volcano, and if that isn’t the name of a future blog star, I don’t know what is. This little girl is cute as the dickens, too. Even though she’s a totally different color, I recognized the expression on her face as something familiar. She reminded me of Flattery with all her mischief making ways. My mind started to go places and my imagination was riding a magical unicorn of what ifs. I could picture how cute she’d be in our house, what fun it would be to take pictures of her and of the places we’d go.
Of course, reality always has to knock you off your horse. We already have four dogs and that’s more than enough for us. Bunny’s vet bills recently weren’t cheap, and there’s always that chance that something can happen with any dog at some point. You hope that it will never happen, but in the back of your mind, there’s always a tiny sliver of worry about what could be. We know better than to bite off more than we can chew in that department. Plus, you can only fit so many dogs in a car.
In short, I know that we can’t adopt another dog and I’m really okay with that. It’s fun to dream about the possibilities, but you also have to know your limits. The other crazy truth is that every time I have gone to the adoption kennel because I liked one specific dog, I have never ended up with that dog. I’ve ended up with a different one who was right for us. So, I could go all the way up to the adoption kennel, meet Volcano and still come home without her, because I believe that the dog who chooses you is the best fit in the long run. It would never work out, but it’s fun to think about what could be.
I can’t imagine our lives without a dog or two around, especially a Greyhound, and one day there will come a time to choose another, but it won’t be for a long time. There will always be Greyhounds, and other dogs, in need of a home when the time is right for it to happen. Secretly, though, I’m hoping that Volcano gets adopted by someone who will write a blog for her so that I can admire her from afar.