Waiting For the Puppy Stork
I have not created a thing since I last posted. Instead, I've been on a different mission.
A puppy mission. Researching breeds, breeders, and rescue groups. Eventually I focused my search on finding a female Boston Terrier puppy.
I was beginning to lose hope that I could get one. Well, I could get one easily but not from reputable sources. Even a number of - what appeared to be - legitimate breeders were a bit...sketchy. I didn't want to give money to people who were exploiting dogs for profit.
I told the universe (through anyone who would listen) that I was ready to find my puppy.
Three days later I spotted a photo (right) of a googly-eyed Boston Terrier up for adoption through Loyal Rescue. I knew there would be many people applying for this darling little puppy saved from a Missouri Breeding Kennel because in the two months I'd been scouring online, I'd never seen a puppy Boston Terrier for adoption in my province.
The adoption process is very thorough (a real nail-biting, nerve racking experience for someone eager to be paired with the dog they've already started to get attached to). First, you fill out a long, detail-heavy application. If your application is approved, someone phones you for a 30-60 minute interview (I was sweating through my shirt by the end of my interview. Not only were there unexpected questions, but I'd already started to imagine her as my puppy and the pressure was on not to spoil my chance).
If you do well, they phone your references.
Assuming those pass the muster, they schedule a home visit with a different volunteer interviewer. We had ours last Saturday night. By then, interest in "Honey" the puppy was so high they'd stopped accepting applications for her.
After the home visit, you are either approved or denied general adoption (so even if approved, it doesn't mean you will get the dog you originially wanted).
At this point in the process, the reports from the home interviews and the phone interviews are sent to an adoption board who reviews all the applicants and chooses the new "forever home" for a specific dog. In this case, Honey.
Finally, on Tuesday morning I received an email stating Yetch and I (or "Team Puppy" as we now referred to ourselves) were officially approved to adopt her and the current foster mother would contact us soon to arrange a time to pick her up. After making some very excited phone calls, I ran out to buy the last of the puppy supplies on my list (I had already accumulated a small stockpile in the dining room) with the exception of kibble (I don't know what food she's eating). I also sent off an email expressing our deepest thanks to the folks at Loyal, with a quick question tacked at the end.
Tuesday night came and went without a call. Understand that everyone involved with Loyal is a volunteer with busy lives of their own, so I knew that when the email said "soon", they probably didn't mean a few hours later. A ghoul can hope, though.
Wednesday also came and went silently. I sent a second email asking if they could have the foster mom contact me to tell me what puppy food they were using so I could have it ready at the house (since I was in full nesting mode with little else to check off my list).
On Thursday I decided I would call the main number (which leads to a voicemail checked by volunteers), and left a message asking if someone could contact me just to let me know what is the general timeline for getting a puppy once you've been approved (perhaps there's something else that needs to happen in this process before the foster mom calls). The logic, of course, was that if I had an idea of when to expect a call, I could manage the anticipation of welcoming the pup to our family.
It's hard to not fixate on the arrival of the puppy when your house is a minefield of pet supplies. She's not here, yet signs of her impending arrival are everywhere. And of course friends, family, and the extended online members of "Team Puppy" are all asking for updates on her whereabouts. So much love and support is waiting for this little girl.
Friday was no different. Alas, still no email or phone call. I channeled my distracted energy into assembling the large, black, metal, free standing exercise pen in the living room (which I have now dubbed "Puppy Thunderdome"). You have to keep the brain busy, because at this point it starts to whisper things like maybe the puppy is sick, or maybe they changed their mind. Maybe someone has taken the puppy hostage and they're negotiating ransom demands.
It's hard, too, as Yetch and I have been careful with our plans because we're in puppy limbo; we're hesitant to say yes to social engagements or yes to some work requests for the coming week because we both want to be free to pick up the puppy together. We also want to make sure, especially during the first week of her arrival, that one of us will be free of distractions around the clock for the time consuming task of house training (as well as bonding with her and getting her settled into her new environment).
Which brings us to Saturday morning. Will today be the day someone relieves the suspense and contacts us? I know Loyal Rescue is still up, running, doing good for canines in need, and hasn't been swallowed up by a wormhole of evil. They continue to announce newly adopted dogs on twitter each day and promote pups that need a home (like poor, sweet little one-eyed Missy here).
At this point, I'd be ok with Murphy's Law kicking in and having them call me while I'm on the subway and can't get a signal, or finally email me this afternoon since I won't be able to check my account until later tonight.
While I've only known about Honey for a couple of weeks, I've been searching for her for a couple of months. It's hard knowing we're so close to having her be part of our family, and then suddenly there's this last mysterious bit of delay and silence that will last for an unknown amount of time.
So come on, Universe. Honey's status is still set to "Adoption Pending". We're eager to shorten that to "Adopted".