I’m a little sad to write up this 30×30 update, but let me start at the beginning. Last fall, I kept telling R that I wanted to get a dog. I didn’t actually mean it because I know how much work and responsibility owning a dog is, plus, I don’t like the idea of keeping a dog in an apartment all day long. I knew it was only a pipe-dream but I kept bringing it up anyway.
Well, one good thing came out of the devastation that was Hurricane Sandy. One day after the storm, our neighbor mentioned to us that the animal shelters were filling up fast with lost animals. He asked if we would consider fostering a pet until the shelter could catch up among all the chaos.
After R and I discussed it, with much pleading on my part, we decided that this was the best solution to my/our wanting a dog. We could love and enjoy a dog without having to make a lifetime commitment (in time and money). So, we filled out the form and after a few days, we became foster dog parents!
We walked over to Unleash on one of the snowiest and coldest days of the season. A nice woman said she had the perfect little dog for us, and soon Tweetie (whom we renamed Bailey) was running up to us to lick our faces. Bailey was totally perfect, just the right size, some sort of Terrier-mix, and was unbelievably friendly. We trekked her home through the snow and slush and when we got home, we just sat on the floor playing with her, total honeymoon phase.
Overall, we ended up keeping Bailey for about two months (much longer than the two weeks we had anticipated.) And it was full of good times–runs in the dog park, visiting my parents house in Ithaca, cuddling up as I read, playing with the stuffed lion–and a few not so good times–like when she ran away from R.
Owning a dog is definitely a huge responsibility, many a times I considered just walking away from that steaming pile of poop (but I’m a good neighbor and always bagged it.) But I enjoyed waking up early in the morning and taking her for a walk when the city streets were still half-asleep. I loved how she’d stand on her hind legs so she could see her food bowl on the counter top; or when she’d sit stretched out with her paws crossed in front of her. And I’ll never forget how fast she was, like a greyhound, or how dumb she was, so pretty but dumb. Once she barked at a squirrel statue in the park, and another time she was barking at a pipe that was coming out of the wall of a house. It was hilarious and absurd.
Yesterday we gave Bailey back to the shelter, because unfortunately the time had come. It wasn’t easy, I really miss her and she probably misses us (at least for tonight.) But I firmly believe that she’ll find a great home with maybe even a yard for her to play in, because she is just too damn adorable not too.
And hey, if you live in Brooklyn and think she’s adorable, why not go give her a visit at Dog Habitat Rescue? You might just end up taking her home too. (If you don’t see her info on their site, they’re probably just back-logged. You can call them 347-203-3934 or 718-710-0707 and ask about Tweetie/Bailey.)