And not just any dog, a greyhound.
The choice of dog was made for us really, due to the following reasons:
- Small Daughter adores dogs, but is allergic to most breeds. However, greyhounds are almost always non-allergenic.
- I want a big dog to scare away potential burglars.
- I didn't want a yappy dog and greyhounds are very quiet.
- I have a soft spot for greyhounds as my Mum used to keep them as a child and always spoke very fondly of her gentle greyhound dogs.
Yesterday we got to the stage of having our home visit check. Angela and Graham who run the local Greyhound Trust came to visit us and brought one of their own dogs with them. My girls are desperate for a dog and were so excited before the visit I feared they may self-combust, but luckily they managed to stay in one piece.
Cassie making herself at home in our living room
They loved Cassie and spent the good part of the hours visit stroking her, getting her a drink of water, and walking her around our back garden. She was a beautiful, gentle creature and we all fell in love with her. A big plus is that Small Daughter had no allergic reaction to Cassie, as that was a deal breaker.
We were asked several questions about how we would care for a dog, including how often we would exercise it, (surprisingly, greyhounds need little exercise as they only run in short bursts) and what arrangements we would make for veterinary care. They also checked out our back garden to make sure it was secure enough - it needs three higher fence panels along one part of the garden - and that the guinea pigs were safely housed away from where the greyhound would be.
I asked Angela and Graham if, instead of us choosing a dog we liked the look of, they could choose a dog suitable for our little family. They seemed to like this idea and said they would get back to me. This morning I had a call from them to say they thought we could provide a safe and caring home for a greyhound, and they had a 3 year old bitch that needed rehoming. It has already been house trained and is a very gentle dog, so we have agreed that they will bring this dog to visit us with a view to it being rehomed with us eventually.
The girls can talk of nothing else. They spent the rest of yesterday evening thinking of names for the dog, and drew up a shortlist (Bubbles is on the list! Can you imagine shouting "Bubbles!". No!) Today I went window-shopping in a pet store for leads, beds, bowls, etc. I'm so nervous, but excited. I hope I'm making the right decision for us. It feels right, but also very, very scary. Keep your fingers crossed!
P.S. I'd appreciate any advice from all of you dog owners out there. We're novices so any ideas or tips would be brilliant!