We have an addition to our family. I think his name is Koda, but I'm not quite sure. He's eight weeks old and utterly adorable. One of the best things though, is that he's laid back. He's also quiet and paper trained. YES!!! Acquiring our new puppy was definitely a God thing. I mean, I've been looking and looking practically everywhere for a Golden Retriever. I didn't care what age--old, young; it didn't matter to me. I just knew that I wanted to adopt a Golden. I mean, we adored Sam, our Golden Retriever that recently passed away, and we wanted another one just like him. Over the past two weeks, I'd applied at a few shelters and rescue centers, however, I had yet to hear anything back from any of them. Thus, my patience was wearing thin.
I did, however, learn that Golden Retrievers are rarely ever at shelters and they are extremely expensive to buy from breeders. I really don't believe in buying from breeders when there are so many dogs in shelters, however, I was seriously wanting a Golden and wasn't getting anywhere. So....I continued to look online, put in my zip code, do searches, etc. Every time I would find one within a relatively short distance, I would call and the shelter would either tell me that he/she had already been adopted out or that I had to complete an application and have a home check. All of which would take quite a while. So...I would complete the application and wait for the phone call for a home visit, and it had yet to come.
That's why I so excited yesterday when I saw Koda and his brother and sister listed on an adoption website. I called the shelter and sure enough, all three were still there ready and waiting to be adopted. It was already late in the afternoon, and the shelter was over 2 1/2 hours away, so I asked if she thought that the puppies would still be there in the morning, and she assured me that they would. I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to pick up all three today, and have me miss my opportunity to adopt a Golden Retriever puppy just because I was too lazy to jump in my van and race down to Marysville.
|At the Shelter|
|In the van with my workout towel|
Dover seemed to adjust perfectly, from the moment I pulled into the driveway. He bounded into the house and didn't even lift his leg. I mean, I totally love this dog--and a male at that. Every male pooch I've ever owned has lifted his leg to mark my house. Sometimes, even marking my leg or a friends.' Uggh!
But not this one. Nope, he was definitely a God send. After setting our alarms to awake every couple of hours, and cleaning up a few mistakes, we made it through our first night together. I kept Dover in my room, Jonathan had Oreo (the neighbor's puppy, who by the way was not housebroken either), and Bethany had Domino (she definitely had the easiest of the three). We realized immediately that we need to name this little guy but that was proving to be a difficult task. Everyone seemed to have opinions on his name, but none as strong as Joy, who at the moment was in a hotel in Florida, biding her time until her cruise departs on Monday. I was keeping her updated and texted her some pictures of Dover.
|Enjoying lunch in Florida (awaiting their Bahamas cruise)|
All day, I kept calling him Xander until someone would balk at that. Then, I'd call him Dover. Finally, tonight after I got home after midnight, we finally decided on Koda. It's seems like a good fit. He seems to be totally oblivious to it, but that's OK, he'll adjust. Koda. I like that name. It's of African origin and it mean's "last born." I'm not sure if he was actually the last born, but I know that he has last born characteristics. Laid back and sweet. I'm a last born, too, so I definitely have a preference of the birthing order of my pup.
Now, about this little guy---he is just what we wanted. Although the shelter told me that he was all Golden Retriever, after I had paid and signed papers, they notified me that his father was Husky. Domino's part husky, so that's fine with us. I think he may also have some Great Pyrenees in him, too. Whatever. I do believe that Koda was God ordained to be in our family, so his family lineage is fine.
|Home at last|
Last night, Koda immediately followed me to my room and laid on Domino's dog bed and feel right asleep, as if he owned the joint. Every time I would move, however, he would get up and follow me. I put some newspaper in my room and barricaded my door with a suitcase so that he couldn't get out. I wanted to leave my door open but barricaded. A couple of times, I stepped over the suitcase to go to the restroom or to get a cup of water, and mild mannered, quiet Koda went berserk. He cried and cried and cried. I mean I was gone all of 30 seconds max, but he couldn't handle it. Yikes. I need to figure out this cage thing tonight because I plan on putting him in the cage when I go to work on Monday. At least until he is totally housebroken. Then, he can roam wherever, whenever he wants.
***A quick update. Koda did remarkably well overnight in the cage. I led him in with a treat and locked it. Then I laid down on the couch. He started to cry, and when I firmly said, "No," he immediately stopped, laid down and went to sleep. Wow. That was way too easy. Bethany and I both took him out during the night, and he always dutifully (and quietly) returned to his cage.
|Jonathan showing Koda his cage|
Thanks, everyone, for praying for Sam and now for Koda. Be blessed on this gorgeous Sunday afternoon.