There were many reasons to delay including our travel. We thought we might this summer and even arranged for friends to dog sit for the almost five weeks we were in Edinburgh during autumn. They ended up with an easy sit, just the flat.
Rick has been looking at rescue sites.
Then a homeless man who has an old, old dog, with him all the time whom we give a biscuit to when we give the old man a coin, was dogless.
I asked almost afraid.
"C'est la fin," he said.
I assumed he meant the dog died.
"Do you think we should get him a dog?" Rick asked. He started looking at rescue sites which he had been looking for us all along. Later that day we saw him with the dog totally wrapped in a blanket against the Tramantane blowing at full force.
Rick kept looking at rescue sites: We found one, Mila who met all our criteria:
- 12-20 pounds
"We don't have a Mila," the young woman told us.
Of course, they didn't. Mila was at a different rescue center.
"We have other small dogs," she said and mentioned a Jack Russell. I love Jack Russells for their intelligence but their energy level was more than we wanted.
"And there's Spider." She put this bundle of part Yorkie, part Griffon and part question mark in my arms.
Okay so the dog was:
- About six pounds
- Eight weeks old
- Not housebroken
Spider was renamed Sherlock, because I have a good friend who is afraid of spiders and I don't want her uncomfortable around him if and when we are together, is now asleep right outside my office door having:
- Investigated the flat and seemed to approve
- Drunk water
- Played with a toy
- Taken a nap on my husband's lap