When the lights came back on, I had that same feeling I'm sure most of you are familiar with: the desire to recharge everything I owned that can be charged, purchase canned goods and flashlights, throw in a load of laundry and, in short, do everything that one takes for granted for fear that the return of electricity is only temporary.
This time, the return of power brought with it the inescapable reality that we are a dog short in this house and that there is no reason -- beyond the desire to punish ourselves -- to wait until spring to rectify the situation. It occurred to me that Clover and Pam's breeder is not the only breeder in the Western Hemisphere, and that one can, in fact, obtain dogs from other people.
I wrote my pal Leslie, who has a new dog she loves, and asked her where she got him. A few back and forth emails and one phone call later, and we have now reserved a puppy whom we'll be picking up at O'Hare in about three weeks.
Purists will recognize that she is not 100% King Charles Cavalier spaniel. She is half Bichon Frise, making her a "Cavachon."
The children are pleased, and I suspect a certain Cavalier who was deemed two pounds overweight at her last well spaniel check-up will be a lot less lonely. But I won't lie to you; this new dog is mostly about me.
Name suggestions welcome!