A home for Hannah

This was a full week but the main event was the adoption of a dog. It all started at Christmas time.  “We want a puppy.” Those words were being uttered by my three children over and over.  “Fine with me, but you are going to have to convince Dad.”  I told them.  Somehow they managed to clear the hurdle of approval with their dad.  We have one good dog.  He is nearly perfect.  Scout sleeps on the poach and stays on this bed.  Politicians should learn from him, because I see him frequently snuggling with the cats.  He does not bark at strangers, but it would be nice if he did.  If coyotes are near by, he is faithful to bark ALL NIGHT LONG.  Scout is 8 years old, and my kids have never had a puppy.
So the search began, what kind of dog?  Lab, Golden Retrievers, Labradoodles, German Shepard or Shollie?  When I searched on the Internet people were trying to sell puppies and some of them just seemed out of line.  We resisted the Christmas puppy and assured the kids that the right dog will come to us.  I even visited with one of my friends who is a Veterinarian and she to encouraged me that a good dog could be found without spending an arm and a leg.
It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.  I was talking to one of my friends and mentioned we were kind of looking for a dog. She said, “Really my sister-in-law has a nice dog that they no longer want.”  As it turns out “Hannah” had killed a few chickens.  She was good with kids, only about a year and a half year old and not too big.  Hannah is a miniature Australian Shepard.  We are going to have to teach her how to play fetch.  The kids love her. Hopefully we have found a good home for her, especially since we have no chickens.