This morning we woke up to find a beautiful young dog curled up in a ball on our back deck, shivering. It was about 10 degrees last night. He has a collar and broken leash, but no ID tags. We brought him in, fed him, and gave him water. Weāve called the local vets and animal shelters to let them know we have him in case his owners call looking for him, and Iāve posted his pic on Facebook. The shelter will take him and hold him until owners show. (Itās a cat-only shelter but they take dogs in situations like this. If the owners donāt show, they send the dog to another shelter for adoption.)
Hereās the thing. We LOVE this dog! Heās only about a year or two old, and an intact male, but heās so quiet and gentle (and housebroken). Heās been very polite and nice with our current geriatric dog and our 4 year old daughter, responds very well to correction (when my DH took him out to walk him for a bit, he wanted to go after our chickens, but DH was able to teach him not to in just a couple of minutes). He also saw our house bunny and did not spazz out. Heās afraid of the horses but not aggressive toward them at all. Heās now relaxing quietly by the woodstove. Heās, like, the perfect dog. If the owners donāt come for him, we want to tell the shelter that weāll take him back.
Hereās the BUT: a) Iām seven months pregnant, and b) our old dog is rapidly approaching the Big Decision (as in, itās a matter of days, maybe a couple weeks at best). I hate to disrupt his last days with a new āreplacementā dog. (Although, he dislikes most dogs and seems totally fine with this one. So maybe that part would be OK.) We were not planning on getting another dog for at least 2-3 years. But now DH feels like the universe has sent him this dog. Arrrgggh, what to do?