expanding our family
Generally open to new experiences, there was one thing S was adamant about before we embarked on our Foreign Service lifestyle: no pets. Shipping an animal between posts every couple of years, dealing with quarantines, and potentially abandoning a pet in the not entirely unlikely event of an Embassy evacuation seemed cruel. Not to mention all the other ways that having a pet abroad complicates one’s life, such as: finding someone to look after it so that we can travel, importing pet food, paying outrageous cargo fees, etc… So imagine D’s surprise when he came home one day and S greeted him with a pleading look and the words, “can we adopt a puppy?”
Turns out an American vet had rescued several shepherd/hound puppies when their mother was hit by a car, and S found it impossible to ignore the hopeful eyes that begged for an adoptive home. So we took a drive to Lavington to meet Helga and Doris Hiccup. Now almost 4 months old, they are both good listeners and have learned to sit and stay, though Doris Hiccup seems to question authority and push boundaries more than her sister. Helga is much more shy, so much so that she gets nervous around new people and other dogs, and wets herself.
When we left, the question wasn’t whether we would adopt, but rather which of the pups would become the newest member of our family. Even that wasn’t much of a question as Helga had completely melted our hearts. While Helga’s name is not nearly as tragic as her sister’s, it seems a more apt moniker for a fishwife than for this adorably furry bundle of joy. Our vet assures us that, at this young age, there’s no harm in changing a puppy’s name, so please help us rename Helga by leaving a comment with name suggestions.