In the Spring/Summer months it was suggested that we try and get a therapy dog for two of our kids. One was struggling with loneliness and the other with a severe fear of dogs. I looked for months at shelters and animal rescues and classified ads. I didn't want to BUY a puppy. I really wanted to adopt. Sarah McLachlan made sure we all hear her singing in our heads when we even consider buying a dog from a breeder. In the arrrrmmms...offfff....an annnnngelllllll..... (cue: sobbing).
We needed a dog with a very specific set of characteristics...
We needed a dog with a very specific set of characteristics...
- small in stature
- not a puppy
- adult age, but not so old that it would die within a few years
- short hair
- not too barky
- not too excitable
- chill and very snuggly
- able to handle a chaotic house with 2 kids under 3 years old
- potty trained
It didn't seem possible. I had more than a few failed attempts where I talked with dog foster parents and found out that pretty much every dog that is chill is also unable to handle small children. Then, over the Thanksgiving weekend, the Utah Humane Society had a free adoption event. We went, as a family, on the Friday after Thanksgiving. What a disaster! It was so crowded and chaotic that poor Ella had to stay in the car and we could barely even move, let alone bond with small dogs. We left with no dog and a crying Evangeline.
Over that weekend the Humane Society adopted out 250 dogs! It left their shelter pretty bare. I was watching their website for new dogs to come in and they finally got some strays transferred from a shelter in California. Because they were new transfers, there was very little information on the dogs online. On December 3rd, I screen-captured pictures of the five small dogs that were not puppies and not seniors and we dropped Ella off at a birthday party and headed to the shelter.
One of the dogs I had looked at online was a little white chihuahua named Kringle. I spotted him immediately when we entered the small dogs area. He was going berserk. He was jumping and yapping and wiggling and trying to climb the walls of his small enclosure. He shared this enclosure with Mulligan, another small dog I had bookmarked. Mulligan sat on the side of the enclosure, calm as can be, while Kringle went bananas all around him. This was a good sign.
I went into the small enclosure and was immediately assaulted by Kringle. Mulligan sat quietly while I pet him. We asked for a leash and I clipped it onto Mulligan and we went to a small, private, room where families can visit with pets.
Once in the small room Mulligan sniffed around, let us pet him, and remained silent. Even when Jude accidentally kicked Cecilia in the face while flailing around on the bench, Mulligan took it in stride. This was promising.
After walking him around on the leash and letting the kids pet him (and fall in love with him) Matt and I had a serious talk about the dog. We decided to adopt him. I went through a mini training with a Humane Society employee, filled out loads of paperwork, promised not to chop the dog down and sell him for parts to experimental procedures (no, really. I actually had to promise them that), bought him a leash, and away we went!
On the drive home Mulligan sat on my lap. The poor dog was shaking like a leaf, but soon calmed down and relaxed in my lap. Now he would face his toughest hurdle of all: meeting Ella.






































