Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Sorry, not Charlie

VonSis is fostering a dog this week. He is a shepard-mix who is allegedly about two years old. He came to the Commune with the name Fulton's Harley Joe. He now answers to Stormy; we just couldn't handle that awful name. Even calling him Harley wasn't cutting it. Stormy came about when I asked where VonBrotherInLaw is right now. Turns out he's in Houston, so that didn't work. Then I called VonBrotherInLaw the StormChaser, so that's how FosterPup got his temporary moniker. I say temporary because we've decided not to adopt him. There are a few reasons for this, all of which are valid. He's super cute - when he's not peeing in my house, her house, the garage, the basement, etc. We're pretty sure that although he's very young that he already has some sort of hip and/or back problems. Dogs cost money. I have no extra cash these days, none. Certainly not the kind of money it takes to be a pet owner. The biggest reason, I think, is because he's not Charlie. I thought by now I'd be ready for a new dog. I also know that VonSis would rather have a dog than not after the break-in. Still, he's not Charlie, and I'm not ready I guess. But, that being said - I've also tried to keep my distance from him (I type on Tuesday night, while petting Stormy with my left hand while he paces around my house). I know that I'm a sucker for all dogs, and the longer he's here the more attached to him I will get. I know this is not good, as I know in my heart that he is not the dog for us. However, after the decision had been made - two days ago - that he would be leaving after his week of foster care was up, I teared up as I said goodnight to him and went downstairs. He's adorable and some other family will adopt him and love him very much. Another family that isn't us, that isn't thinking about Charlie all the time, and crying still when we do think about him. I think VonSis and I both want that moment when we meet some stray mutt or shepard that makes us instantly say "Awww" while smiling. The dog that'll mak us remember Charlie without getting sad. He's out there - we just need more time I guess. ***writer's note: this is NOT the post I wanted to present today....but we'll talk about that another day. Probably Friday....***

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

You're right! He's out there.

You're wise to know if and when you're ready to take something on. You're correct, dogs are not cheap and a dog with potential hip/back problems will be even more problematic. This pooch needs someone who can handle that. Good for you for trying and also knowing that the situation isn't right.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

this is a bitterseet post, Von, I don't blame people for not commenting.

Hard thing.

But you know, German fest this weekend, and while I understand that you don't want a zombie meetup, fearing that I will eat the brains of friends and family, you can still enjoy...

If you get the chance, hit Brady Street Festival on Saturday too. Wooldridge Brothers at 2:30. Used o be ahiipy-trippyhaven in the old days, and hasn't been too yuppified.

and stop by MenD's place to make a mess. He'll love it, i'm sure of it.

fish said...

Speaking from experience, Shepherds shed about 5000 pounds of fur each day. You pretty much have to divest of all hipster black clothing. A situation I find intolerable.

Von said...

Thanks all!!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

von, not to distract from the doggie talk, but I don't have your email....