Meet Morgan

This is Morgan.

She's 14 weeks old, a hound-spaniel (and possibly pointer) mutt mix and a very good girl. She will be bigger than Georgia, but hopefully not too big (she's 11 lbs now and the best vet guesstimate based on parent sizes is 35-45 lbs, but long and leggy). She's fantastic with the boys, 90% housebroken and sleeps through the night. Morgan loves sunbathing, playing with her toys, running around the yard and eating. Hounds can smell food a million miles away - our floors have never been so crumb-free.

We didn't plan on getting another dog so soon. Especially not a little puppy. Too much work. And we've been so overwhelmed this winter - a puppy to care for was the LAST thing we needed. But sometimes things are just meant to be.

It all started about six weeks ago I found a dog on petfinder that looked perfect on paper (not Morgan). This dog was small, raised with kids in a foster home and loved them, good with other dogs, super cute, housebroken. Her foster family lived two blocks away and said she was wonderful. The rescue did a foster-to-adopt situation where we could have her for 1-7 days to decide if she was the right fit. It lasted two hours. Looking back now it's a funny story, like going on a ridiculously bad date. She ran away within the first 30 seconds of coming off the leash in our house - pushed open the front door and bolted - running full speed all the way back to her foster family. I swear she thought we were kidnappers. We brought her back and she was miserable, pacing and looking for an escape. It escalated to her nipping Oliver for gently petting her so I called the rescue, and while on the phone with them she nipped Matthew unprovoked. And when her foster mom came to pick her up from our house I went to scoop her up to hand her off and she nipped ME, thinking I was getting in between her and her real mom. While the kids were disappointed that the dog didn't work out, we were all relieved to have this particular dog gone. She was not a good fit. But I believe everything happens for a reason and this instance opened the door to adopting another dog... Morgan.

Fast forward a few weeks and our next door neighbor was fostering an entire litter of puppies on top of their three dogs. The puppies were all cute, but one in particular stood out. She was so sweet with our kids, loved to snuggle, had a really good personality. Her little white boots and white tipped tail were adorable. The kids LOVED her. Mike fell in love next. Morgan kept coming over for "play dates" with our kids and every time she was here, I fell for her a little more. I tried to fight it, I kept telling myself we didn't want a puppy. Puppies are a lot of work. They don't sleep. They need to be housebroken and we just put down a new rug. They chew everything. They need to be trained. But then when we realized that Morgan was going to an adoption event in a week... and I realized I couldn't let her go. We couldn't let her go. She was totally wrong for us on paper, but her personality was wonderful. She IS wonderful.

Living next door to the foster family has its perks. Our application with the rescue was approved lightning fast with fewer hoops to jump through. Before we knew it, we were signing the paperwork. I got goosebumps when we realized that her birth date was the day Georgia passed away. We've decided to keep her name - Morgan - because it's pretty, I like people names for dogs, it suits her and she already knows it and comes when we say it.

 

Morgan is officially ours, we've had her for over a week and it's been amazing. Yes she's a lot of work, but she's totally worth it. For a puppy, she is very calm and a very good girl. And every day she gets better and better as she gets the hang of the rules at our house. She's very smart, sweet and loving. We are head over heels for her.