Remember this guy?
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I checked the Humane Society page at least 3 times a day to see if anyone had adopted him yet. On Thursday night, I figured I didn’t have anything to lose, and so I e-mailed our homeowner’s association board to see if they’d grant us a one-time exemption to the “two dogs per household” rule in our CC&Rs. I didn’t really think they’d be flexible, but on Friday night I got an e-mail back from them saying to go ahead and thanks for asking permission.
I hadn’t even told Mr. Vox that I e-mailed them; I didn’t think there was any point in it unless they actually did say yes. But Mr. Vox is a softie where dogs are concerned, and is usually up for change (one of his best features), and after we spent the next 36 hours thinking about it and going over and over it in our heads, we decided this morning to make Cooper a part of our family.
We loaded Junior Vox and her dog, Daisy, into the car. Daisy is a golden retriever we rehomed via Craigslist three years ago. She’d been exclusively a backyard dog for the first two years of her life, in that she got walked maybe once a week and didn’t get to live in the house. The only dogs she had contact with were her litter-mate, and a Jack Russell terrier that lived in the neighbor’s house. She and the JRT would antagonize each other through the fence. When we got her, she’d never even been swimming before, which is pretty sad for a dog that was bred for the water. Daisy and JV bonded instantly, and it’s been a love story for them ever since. However, due to her poor socialization earlier in her life, Daisy has had some troubles with some other dogs. It’s not every dog–she has done great with both the springer spaniel we owned when we first got her (he died a year ago), as well as the springer pup we got (another Craigslist rehomer) after that. Daisy has had issues with other dominant female dogs, but we’d never seen her have a problem with a male. Still, we figured we’d better make sure before we brought Cooper home.
We took Daisy out to the Humane Society exercise yard, and one of the employees brought Cooper out and walked him around to potty for a couple of minutes before calling us to bring Daisy over. Daisy and Cooper got within a couple feet of each other, then they both went crazy. They reared against their leashes and snarled and tried to get at each other. Mr. Vox and the employee kept them apart. The employee said, “That’s not going to work out.” I said, “You don’t think we could try it again?” He said, “No. You don’t want to get them home and have them get in a big fight with one of you in the middle. It just won’t be a good fit.”
Junior Vox and I looked at each other and we both had tears in our eyes. She said, “We can’t have Cooper?” (She’d been so, SO excited when Mr. Vox and I told her this morning that we were going to go adopt Cooper.) I said, “No, I don’t think so, honey.” So we both got down on the ground, cuddled Cooper and gave him lots of scratching, and we said goodbye.
I cried all the way home, and I’ve been crying off and on all day. I feel like I left my own dog at the shelter today.
I know he’ll get adopted and he’ll have a great life. I just wanted it to be with us. In the meantime, we need to get Daisy some help. We don’t want her to get hurt, or to hurt someone else’s dog. I have an ad up on Craigslist right now, explaining the situation and asking for recommendations for a trainer or behaviorist. We don’t know what to do.