Update: Luna had to be rehomed because of an aggressive streak that I couldn't train out of her after 6 months of trying. She went to a rescue that has won awards for rehabilitating and rehoming dogs with similar behavioural issues. I still love her, and I stand by my decision to bring her into my home and heart for the last half a year. The rescue will help her to find someone with the physical strength and confidence that she needs in an owner.
If you follow me on any of my social media accounts this will come as exactly no surprise to any of you, but I have a little bit of news... I got a puppy!
Her name is Luna and she's a lurcher. For the uninitiated, that means she's a cross of a sighthound (i.e. a greyhound, whippet, saluki, wolfhound, windhound) and some other kind of dog (typically a terrier or collie). Because they can be infinitely mixed with different breeds and crossbreeds, they can be hugely different in temperament, markings and size. Basically "lurcher" is a way of saying "skinny, speedy mongrel".
Now, you might be thinking that getting a puppy is a huge commitment, and you're right. If you know me well, you might also think that getting a puppy just as I'm moving into (and remodelling) a house, is a lot of work, and you would be right for a second time. If you
know me you might think "But I thought you were going to get a snake?" Well... that's also true, but a question for another time.
The fact of the matter is that I knew I wanted a dog, but I wasn't really planning for it to happen right now. I'd been vaguely looking at the dogs and puppies available in local shelters without really feeling much of a connection to any of the cuties I saw. This was fine, because I figured it just meant it wasn't the right time, otherwise I would have found the right dog.
Then Luna happened.
Her mum was abandoned while she was pregnant. She gave birth to ten puppies with a foster family, and a rescue network started trying to find homes for all of them. A friend from school shared the post into my timeline and I was smitten with these lanky, freckly puppies, but even then I couldn't really take a puppy home right away. I tried to forget about it, but a week later I saw the post again. I decided it was a sign.
So, I got in touch with the rescue network and asked whether there were any puppies left, and whether I'd be able to hold off from adopting one until I was moved into the house I'm buying (I finally get the keys on November 17th!) The lady running the rescue said that there was a female puppy with a foster family where she could stay indefinitely, and asked if I'd like to travel down to Weymouth to meet her. She said the puppy's name was Luna and sent me a photograph. I went to see her that weekend.
I did a lot of research on lurchers, and I read that they bond really closely to their owners, so I wasn't expecting Luna to take much interest in me. In fact, I was fully prepared to not click with her at all and to put off getting a puppy for maybe another year. But, as it was, it was love at first sight for both of us. We played together in the foster mum's garden for a bit, and then she slept in my lap, with her little face buried in the crook of my elbow for around an hour. I was a goner. I knew she was meant to be mine. She tried to get in the car with me when I left, and I cried for most of the two-hour-long journey home.
Quirk of circumstance meant that she ended up coming to live with me earlier than planned, but having her over the last few weeks has been a joy. We're still working on some of her training, but she's still only 15 weeks old, so that's normal. I can't wait for the two of us to move into our new house and start making it a home. She's got boundless energy and having her around is so good for my soul.
I have a lot to say about responsible pet ownership and pet rescuing, and I'll share that all with you in time. For now, just enjoy some photos of my best friend looking wonderful.