We spent the 25th (the day after my bday) at my mom's to celebrate. We had good food, games, conversation, and family bonding. It was wonderful. The kids were getting tired, and I was itching to play my new game, so we headed home around 8pm. The kids wanted to go see if the neighbor girl was still outside, so as we were unloading everything from the van they ran to the backyard to check. Next thing we knew, Twinkletoes comes screaming and crying around the corning, shouting, "TAG GOT LOOSE!!!" (Tag is our shed-crazy, totally wild dog, who likes to run away any chance he gets, and kill small wildlife.")
*crap*
SB got the kids calmed down and took off on foot to look for him. First stop, the church camp across the yards. About 25 minutes later he came back and got his truck. About 45 minutes later he came back home because it was too dark. The dog never came back. He isn't at the pound. My theory is that he managed to make his way 3 miles up the road to the country and is living his dream life stalking and killing animals in the woods..but who knows. Probably some poor family found him and was suckered in by his sweet face and kept him, not realizing what they are getting into like we did when we adopted him from the pound.
The kids were surprising not upset at all after the initial shock. Twinkletoes proudly announced that "Now I can get my kitty since Tag won't kill it." And Punk just immediately started asking for a new dog. Ducky was not as understanding and for 3 days afterward kept taking his collar and pointing to his dog run asking "Where Tag?"
We really didn't waste any time replacing him. We knew for sure that Twinkletoes would be getting the kitten we promised her before we adopted Tag and then found out that he didn't like small animals. So I checked the paper and found inside litter-trained older kittens. Perfect!! The kids and I hit Big Lots for all the supplies we needed for our new addition and then picked up our new orange & white long-haired baby boy, Harry. (Punk and Twinkletoes named him..)
SB and I talked about the dog situation. "Ducky really needs a dog." we agreed, "she's such an animal lover, but because she is so young, she can't love on the cat, because she runs and screams after him like a little troll, and the poor thing runs scared every time! "
We decided not to do the pound rescue this time. Last time we thought it was the right fit for us, getting a 1 year old dog, and skipping the puppy training, but we ended up with a dog that was impossible to retrain to stay with us in the yard, and we were never able to enjoy when outside because he had to be tied at all times.
So we found black Lab/Walker (a hound) mix pups and scooped up our new 6 week old baby boy, Hunter. Named appropriate because the Walker breed dogs are used for hunting, but don't HAVE to be. My mom's beloved dog, Cosmo, who died last year was half Walker. She fell in love with Hunter and we took her out yesterday and she adopted his sister, Bella. (Named after Bella from Twilight!)
Here's some pics of Hunter the day we brought him home..
