Someone learned we were grieving over the very recent death of our big-headed puppy, Contract, who was with us nearly 16 years. We figured we would be without another dog friend for at least a year. But when they told us about this amazing field trial champion in Alabama who had to retire from competition, we weakened. But I insisted the owners email us a photo of their dog. I didn’t want to drive forty miles over there and then feel guilty about driving off with a dog we didn’t want. So they did. The photo above is the one they sent.
My reaction? I told Buck to get the truck keys. “We’re going to get our dog. Hurry.”
And so, Maggie joined our family this evening and once again we have a marvelous Labrador retriever in our midst. Maggie is a 3 1/2-year-old Chocolate lab. Her owners have three other labs, and a three-week old baby girl. I never would have thought an older dog would make herself at home so immediately with us.
Maggie has moderate hip dysplasia on one side and is disqualified for further field trial championship progression or for breeding. But she has already won numerous titles and is a certified Junior Hunter. Strangely, her owner seemed eager enough to part with Maggie, but loathe to give up her ribbons and certificates. In the end, we drove off with his dog, her ribbons, her nice collar with the rabies tag and her crate. He seemed to want more money to include the crate, but may have at last recalled he had already told me on the phone he would include it, and so, despite his frustration and borderline lack of grace about the ribbons, he loaded the pet carrier into the truck.
Tomorrow morning, Maggie, Buck and I will go for a walk-about on the property.