Katie and I are in the office. We are combing through Pet Finder, engrossed in the pages upon pages of dogs in need of homes. We hone in a few, read their stories, wonder if perhaps they might be the one who is meant to join our family, destined to be Winston’s playmate.
I can’t believe we’re here. Three years ago, I would have laughed maniacally had you told me we would have a dog at all, no less be looking for another. Two years ago, I would have been pretty well convinced you had lost your marbles if you told me that Brooke would happily go visit a shelter and sit down in a pen, waiting to meet a dog that we might just bring home. But last year? Well, last year Winston came into our lives. And he changed everything.
So here we are, combing the Internet, searching for the one. We think we have something. A two year-old puggle who was rescued from an awful situation but has, through sheer force of will remained sweet and loving despite her ordeal. She adores kids and other dogs. She lives for affection. Her story resonates with us. Katie makes me promise to call the number listed.
Before I can pick up the phone, Brooke comes bounding up the stairs from the basement playroom. “Mom,” she begins yelling halfway up, “do you want to come play with me?”
I smile and tell her that I’d love to play with her, but that I need a minute. I try to show her what we’re doing – to get her involved, but she’s on a mission.
“Katie,” she says, “do you want to come play with me?”
Katie promises her that we’ll be right there.
‘Right there’ is apparently not cutting it.
“Dad,” Brooke yells up the stairs to our bedroom, “do you want to play with me?”
She has a taker. Luau comes down to hang out with her in the basement until we can join them.
Katie and I return to the screen. And then she stops.
“Mama,” she says.
“How cool is that?”
“How cool is what, honey?”
“That Brooke is coming up here and asking us to play with her? I mean, it wasn’t really very long ago that all she could do was scream, ya know? I just think it’s cool.”
“Yeah, baby,” I say squeezing her shoulder. “It’s very cool.”
She’s quiet for a minute, then adds, “I’m really proud of her. She works really hard.”
I rest my head on hers. “I’m really proud of both of you, baby.”
She smiles up at me and we return to looking for Winston’s new playmate.
Ed note: Lat night, we had and passed the shelter’s home visit and we hope to meet this beautiful little girl over the weekend. If all goes well and every member of the family (including Winston of course) is comfortable, we hope to bring her home to join our rag-tag bunch. Although it’s still up for debate, Katie’s been pushing for the name Lucy and Brooke told me at bed time last night that her whole name will be Lucy Peach Ariel Hannah Davis (not our real last name, but you get the point.) I just hope she doesn’t want a monogrammed dog bed.