Was three weeks ago today. It was after one of "Durham's Finest" snuck in my front door causing my entire sense of balance, safety, and control to crumble to the carpet. I'm learning to compensate for the lost balance, and the control began drifting away long ago on June 25, 2003 when Seth pushed his way painfully into this world and turned mine...well, into that of a mother.
But safety? Couldn't I DO something about that. Would I ever get our safe haven here at Cicada Cottage back? (PS This question of safety and our control over it is a much bigger question than can be answered in this post and will require one of its own).
For the next several days, I busied my mind with the business of bringing a pooch into our home. A happy diversion. I called my go-to girl who never lets me down and she pointed my efforts to a rare-but-gaining-popularity breed. I read up on them here and here and here (no those aren't links). She was right, they seemed to fit the bill to a T.
The Wirehaired Pointing Griffon.
They were born 5 weeks ago in Rupert, ID.
In October, I will fly west to bring one of the girls home to be my faithful companion and comrade in arms. Together we will fortify the CC, bark and bite both!
Will you help me choose a favorite (even though I have last pick of the litter?) Here are the daughters of Rose and Bonsai (see above photo of the Sire), one of whom we will raise as our own: