when i was adopted by totte, it wasn’t a planned thing at all.
which didn’t surprise *anyone* who knew / knows me, really, since i’m a very spur-of-the-moment person (that’s adhd for you *lol*).
as i said in one of my earlier posts, my family had a boston terrier, and although i loved that dog (his name was amigo), it wasn’t until i (i was in my early teens) met a bearded collie that i knew that i wanted to get a dog one day, and that that dog was going to be a beardie…
when i was 26, i came out as a lesbian, and after the initial shock (yes – *I* was the one who was the most shocked *lol* i guess i’m *slow*…) i “realized” that my “new” life would probably mean that i wouldn’t have biological children.
this was something that made me kinda sad – especially since my friends were starting to think about starting families of their own, and i guess i figured i’d be ALONE and UNLOVED for the rest of my life, while all my friends were busy playing house.
when my best friend told me she and her husband were having a baby, i “panicked”, and started looking for “for sale” ads for puppies.
i found an ad for 5½ month old bearded collie puppies, and called the breeder, and a few days later, i went to look at them.
never, EVER “just look” at puppies, no matter what age or breed they are!
totte was gorgeous, and such a sweet, calm pup…
my mom was driving me (since i didn’t and still don’t have a driver’s license or car), and when we’d left the breeder’s, i turned around and looked at totte (who was in the back of the car), and my eyes filled with tears.
“i feel like i just became a mother…”, i said, and that’s exactly how it was…
since being adopted by totte wasn’t exactly *planned*, i didn’t have a collar or a leash or bowls or anything else needed to be a good dog owner, but that was easily fixed, of course, and my “spur-of-the-moment” dog adopting thing turned out to be exactly what i needed, and i spent the next 12 years becoming the person i am today – the person i was meant to be.
*this* time around, i’m running the risk of *overplanning* the whole adoption thing, since it’s the only thing i have to look forward to (i may tell you about that some day)…
yesterday i became a member of sweden’s kennel club, because if i’m not a member there, i won’t be able to “import” (i hate how that word makes it “all about the money”) a dog from another country.
later on, i will join the *local* kennel club as well, and that’s when the *real* fun begins: puppy classes, obedience classes, agility and so much more – just regular socializing at the club with the friends totte and i made throughout our years there!