Yup, it’s midnight on Puppy Eve. Her big crate is set up in the kitchen so she’ll have a cozy place to hang out on the first night. We can’t have Walter chasing her all over creation!
I have a bunch of stuff packed up for the trip, including lots of treats and some of Walter’s toys. TWO rolls of paper towels. Hey, if a Dane makes a mess, it’s a BIG mess! I also put in a spare leash and a collar. Water and bowl. Hey, I’m ready for any eventuality! Hopefully, she’ll sleep the entire 3 1/2 to 4 hours home and I’ll need none of that stuff
To say that I’m excited would be understating it greatly. There is a combination of over-the-top joy, fear, trepidation, and hopefulness rolled all into one big ball of anticipation. You might think the fear and trepidation are a little strange.
I have two fears that feed the trepidation. What if she (probably Greta) and Walter totally hate each other? I know there will be a period of transition, but what if they never become buddies? My second fear is that the two of them will break my long-suffering husband. Just this last week he had back spasms that were so bad that he couldn’t even sit down. It was heartbreaking to see him in such pain. What if the dogs are so rambunctious they injure him? Scary stuff!
In spite of those fears, I am beyond excited. I’m hopeful because she is absolutely perfect for our situation. The only reason she was given up was that she got too big for the people who owned her. SHE’S A GREAT DANE! Of course, she’s going to be big! Their loss and stupidity is our gain. Unless she tries to eat Walter or breaks Bill.
All of this rambling was the preface to my true message. I will probably be rather busy over the next couple of days so I won’t be here as much as I’d like. I promise there will be pics and stories, but I might be dealing with growling dogs and broken husbands. Wait! That should have been ‘broken husband.’ No plural because that would be bad!!
Wish us luck! The next few days are going to be eventful, I’m sure.