God knows I didn’t need a third dog, but he needed me.
We went to a Halloween party, and the homeowner let his dogs out while we were around the bonfire. He breeds Jack Russels, and had one left from the last litter. The puppy came up to me, shivering, so I picked him up and put him beneath my coat to warm him. He stayed there for five hours.
I’ve never heard of a Jack Russel so placid. All he wants to do is cuddle. The owners, while not exactly neglectful, aren’t cuddly people. As my husband put it, it was probably the firt time the puppy had ever been snuggled and petted like that. He kept staring up at me with adoring eyes.
I wasn’t going to take him home. I kept telling myself that I already had two dogs, with no need of another, but this little fella tugged at my heartstrings. He shivered in the cold whenever I put him down, and it made my heart break to think of him going back into his cold pen when I left.
So, he came home with me. The owner tried to hide his smugness. He knew that as soon as I met the pup I’d fall in love. I said I’d keep him for a week, and see how it worked out. He just grinned and nodded. He knows I’m not bringing him back.
I was worried about how the other dogs would react. My oldest, Bean, hit the roof when I brought home my last puppy. It was a nightmare-- she was extremely hostile. However, with this little puppy, she was relatively indifferent. She growled at him, and he hit the deck in deep submission. After that, she was fine.
The other dog, Polaris, is happy as can be. I think she believes she has a new toy. My eldest dog isn’t very playful (she’s ten years old and has a touch of arthritis) so Polaris finally has an energetic playmate. She’s been very gentle with him, because he’s quite timid, but they played last night.
We’ve named him Sirius.