Our family has always been a little nutty over dogs. We’ve been known to slow down as we drive by someone out walking their pup so we can get a better look. There must be a genetic component because Dave and I shared a passion for animals and so do all three kids. Within months of Dave dying, we had to say goodbye to our Winnie who died from mast cell disease at just over two years old. Less than a year later we said goodbye to “the old guy” Cupcake. This was pretty much soul crushing and had me wondering and questioning how much more the kids and I could bear. Insult to injury times two, you know?
In my heart, I knew that we would get another dog. I told the kids we would aim for the spring when Sam was home from school and that would give us all summer to train and bond with a new dog. But a week or so ago, just for the heck of it, I checked in on the BROOD (Basset Rescue of the Old Dominion) website. There were Gunner and Rufus, a bonded pair of bassets, needing a home. Tomorrow they will become part of our family. And I have a feeling these rescued dogs will rescue us right back.