Simply Sunday and Meeting Nala

A house without a dog is not a home. I think that Snoopy said that but if he didn't he should! Though Ozzie's passing is recent we were already considering adopting another bulldog. It seems to me that there are constantly dogs out there in need of a forever home. The rescue through which we adopted Ozzie, The MidAtlantic Bulldog Rescue, was on the look out for us. Then we got a call to see a male who was 3 years old and recently surrendered, a couple weeks ago. With a knee jerk reaction perhaps we jumped to see him and took the 2 hour ride to his foster mother's home. My husband still had in mind a big male like Ozzie. This little guy was far from that at maybe 40 pounds and all white. Sweet and mild tempered and called Elvis, we spent the day with him and the foster family ( let me say at this point thank you to her and all of the folks in the rescue for the work they do!). We left and thought about it on the ride home. He had some skin issues etc. nothing that was not workable with the vet. My husband didn't really connect with him and I was emotional. Maybe this was too soon? Maybe we weren't ready. I called Alicia the foster mom, the next day and said we pass though I apologized profusely and felt awful for the little guy, like I had let him down. She assured me that he would end up in a good home and she understood my emotional state.
Another week or so and we got a call from the rescue about a female that just entered into the rescue and was nearby with another foster mom. She was reported to be sweet and sociable and she just turned 2 years old. A female? We never even considered a little girl dog. So we made an appointment for that Friday after work to go and see Nala. She was with foster mom Janis and her two female bullies who she seemed to have bonded with no problems. Wow was she small. At 48 pounds she was almost half Ozzie's size. She was surrendered by her owner who had taken superb care of her in every way! She just didn't have the right amount of time at home for her between work and school. Her decision to surrender her was a selfless and difficult one. I commend her for it and thank her too. My husband was immediately smitten by Nala. When foster mom Janis left the room so we could discuss her, my husband Mark looked at me and said "lets take her!" "You think?  I responded. When Janis came back he told her we would pick up Nala that Sunday if it was okay with her. Then he took her for a little walk on the leash. Imagine a dog who liked to walk? No disresepect to my Oz, but walking to him was like having a double root canal! That Sunday morning was filled with all sort of anticipation. Would she like her new home, would we compare her to Ozzie constantly, would we all live happily ever after? A petite little thing and so puppy like, she is a totally different dog, though she shares his beautiful red and white coloring.  Ozzie will always own a piece of real estate in our hearts, but we welcome and love our new bullie girl Nala!

"Get the leash, we are going for a walk!"

Looking very regal!