No rest for the weary! We received a message Thursday night--our last night in Orlando--about an opportunity to adopt a golden retriever puppy. We flew home home from Disney Friday and hopped in the car today to travel to Upper Sandusky to meet the little guy. His name is Max (Ranalli), and we'll be bringing him home next weekend.
After Siggy passed away in December, Mark and I immediately agreed that we would get another dog, most likely in the spring or summer. Knowing how wonderful Cali is with Nico and Rocco, we knew a golden retriever would be the way to go. We also thought Cali would do best with a puppy rather than an older dog. And, if at all possible, we preferred to get a rescue (both Siggy and Cali were rescues). Finding a golden retriever puppy with a rescue--even the golden retriever rescues--was not going to be easy. I occasionally checked online but never felt overly motivated to search for a dog. I suppose deep down I hoped that the dog meant for us would just sort of fall in our laps, as Siggy and Cali had done.
March and April passed with no plans to seriously pursue a puppy search. At the beginning of this month, we headed down to Disney...and then came the text message about Max.
As it turns out, dear friends of my grandparents, Amy and Steve, had a litter of golden puppies back in February. They carefully found homes for the puppies but eventually learned that Max--our little guy--was being neglected by his. Amy offered to buy Max back, and the family accepted. Having previously heard from my grandma about losing Siggy, Amy and Steve then reached out to us about our interest in adopting Max. And, so, into our laps he landed--our rescued golden retriever puppy.
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