We got an email from Pup #2’s new owners this morning. Rocket (his new name) is doing very well, picked up potty training amazingly fast, and got a great bill of health from the vet when he went in for his third round of shots.
What made me smile was their comment that Rocket’s owner is walking him to the bus stop twice a day to see the kids off to school, and that he has achieved “rock star status” with all the kids in the neighborhood as a result.
Rocket’s new family had an older dachshund that had to be euthanized a few days after Rocket joined the family, so his presence mitigates a bit of the pain from that loss. He’s well loved, which makes all the work and heartbreak we had with this litter worthwhile. Pup #1, Arthur, will be picked up by his new owner in a few weeks. He’s going to Virginia with a friend of ours. She’s a major animal lover, and Arthur–like his brother–will not be missing any comforts or care in his life.
Dogs really are the ultimate evolutionary success story. They’ve wormed their way into our hovels and hearts in only a few ten thousand years of cohabitation. Sneaky little shits, they are.
Arthur and Rocket