Anyone who knows me knows that I am an animal person. Pretty much anything with fur appeals to me. My apologies to the fish, reptile, and bird lovers, but I want something that will curl up beside me on the couch while I’m watching a little HGTV.
There is something about the wag of a dog’s tail or the way a cat rubs up against your legs that just seems to melt my stress away. Most nights, in fact, I can be found on my couch, working on one of my novels or some other project. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, my beagle, Charlie, is never far from me.
My children have the same love of animals that I do. The only difference is that their animal of choice is cats. In fact, immediately after my ex-husband and I told our girls we were separating, I wanted to do something to make them feel better. They’d been asking for a cat for years but hadn’t been allowed to get one. Since the rules were now changing, I told them I’d get them each a cat. Within thirty seconds, their tears had vanished and they were thinking of names for their new pets.
To me, having an animal is part of growing up. I’ve had a dog or cat all my life and want the same for my children.
Many, many years ago, friends of mine had a pair of bassett hounds. I loved those dogs. In fact, when I would visit said couple, I would spend most of my time stroking the soft fur of their ears and snuggling their smooshy faces. They were the sweetest dogs I’d ever been around. I loved how their legs were too short, their ears were too long and their bodies didn’t quite match the rest of them. The shape of them was just comical to me and make me love them all that much more.
Thus began my love of bassett hounds.
Flash forward to this week. I was innocently perusing Craig’s list as I do if I’m interested in finding a piece of furniture to refinish. I’m still not sure how I ended up in the “Pets” section, but….
This little guy’s picture popped up.
I know! Adorable, right? I clicked on him, backed out. Clicked on it again. Closed my browser. Later, I found myself going back to his picture. I simply couldn’t stay away. When I could stand it no longer, I called the number listed on the ad and left a message. The posting indicated that a sale on the puppy was “pending.” I figured I didn’t stand a chance. After all, who would let this little guy out of their hands? I left a message saying that if the sale fell through, please call me.
And you know what? She did.
The sale fell through and the puppy was now available for purchase. Did I want to come see him?
Did I? Is the pope still catholic? Does he still wear a funny hat?
My girls and I drove to meet this little guy Wednesday night. When we went into the barn to meet him and his seven siblings, I feel certain that the sound of our voices would have shattered any glass if it were within hearing distance. We immediately fell to the ground and scooped up whatever puppy was closest to us. It took several minutes for us to discern which one was the actual puppy from the ad. When we finally did, it was love at first sight.
Yup. We pick him up next Friday.
However, we still haven’t picked out a name for him. This is where you come in. Reply in the comment section with your name and email address and a name suggestion for my new addition. Keep in mind, you’ve got to impress a fourteen year old and a twelve year old. If they pick your name as the name of our new bassett, I will send you a copy of one of my books – your choice!
It’s a win/win! You may end up with a free book! And me? Well, I’ve already got a cute, new puppy!
He just needs a name…. Go!
Donna Small is the author of two novels, Just Between Friends and A Ripple in the Water. Both are available here: http://www.secondwindpublishing.com/#!donna-small/c1ewn