Funny thing happened after we woke up today. We ended up with a new coach for team Hassett. Sigh. It all started last night when we were reminiscing with a friend of ours that was over for Monday Night Football about our old dog Bart. Then of course, the conversation bended towards Igloo. We laughed as we recalled good times with them both. It was the first time that I was able to do that without the tears welling up in my eyes. Up until now, it just hurt too much even though it has been year and a half since Igloo died.
After our friend left, we continued to talk bout how it would be nice to have a dog again someday and what kind, color and size, etc., then we went to bed. This morning I decided to clean out some folders off of my computer and came across the little movie I made after Igloo died. As I was watching it and tears were streaming down my face, I felt like he was telling me that it was ok if we moved on. It was almost as if he was releasing my heart to love a pup again. I didn't say anything to Oliver about it and just went and got on facebook, like I do every day (yeah, yeah, I know). Lo and behold there was a post from one of my friends who was looking to give away a 15 month old dog because she just felt they didn't have the time for him like he needed.
Well, I guess I don't need to tell you what happened next. Tonight she brought him by to meet us and that's all she wrote. We both fell head over heels for this little bundle of fur. He came with the name of Lucky but it just didn't seem to fit him - at least to us - and he wasn't really responding to it anyway. We tossed names around (I kinda liked Ditka but y'all know that any reference to a Chicago Bears team was not going to fly with Oliver) and finally we both agreed on Coach. We figured he'll probably be calling the shots around here anyway. He is adorable - white with tan spots, the exact coloring and size that we had talked about last night. Some kind of Spaniel mix and very mild mannered. He's quickly making himself at home and quite frankly, it feels like he's been part of the family all along.
He's pretty quiet. We did find out that he has a voice when he found himself in the mirror of the curio cabinet... lol. Guess he thought he had a playmate for a minute. Oliver went out to the shed and found an old collar and leash that I had, for whatever reason, kept in my memory box. He is now adorned in Husker red with a red leash and he's looking quite dapper if I do say so myself. I still want to give him a bath tomorrow and clean him up a bit before taking pictures but I will post them soon. He has already taken dad for a walk and he said that dad did just fine on his end of the leash (and no, I am not a dog whisperer, it's just his eyes speak volumes). Needless to say, we're dog parents again and it just feels right. If you would have asked me two days ago about getting a dog, I'd have still said "no way". But God had other ideas and we're just thinking that He knew all along that we all would need each other. Funny how He works that way. Ok, Coach, what are we gonna do next?
Post note: Coach didn't stick... as it turns out, everytime he went to get into something, I would say, "oh no, sorry Charlie" and guess what? Yep he started responding to Charlie... so Charlie it is and quite frankly - it fits. : ) <3
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