My vacuum lives a carefree life, tucked into its charger most days. My back does not ache from semi-daily dog brushing chores. The house feels large with lots of empty floor space. I can’t stand it anymore.
It has been two and a half years since our last collie died. We thought a small, travel-sized dog would be sufficient to meet our dog needs, and I think it has for Drew. I was the one trolling the Facebook and Reddit Collie pages. Then I saw a dog on Cascade Collie Rescue’s page that looked just like our first Collie, Shelby, and I could not make myself stop filling out the application.
And now here we are. Tomorrow our new rescue Collie, Dipper, comes. We know he is two. We know he has spent the last two years training as a service dog, a career in which apparently he did okay, but has not excelled. It is clearly not his life’s work, not something that he is driven to do. He is a typical two-year-old Collie - full of energy and fun, but not particularly ready to join the workforce. So he ends up washed out of his service job and needing a new home. That’s where we come in.
We have been interviewed and our home has been inspected. We are cleared for takeoff. So tomorrow our lives change. Again. And Rocket gets a new brother. And Kenneth the Cat gets a new annoyance. Here goes nothing.