a few weeks ago i shared a little bit about our last days with brinkley. all day today i’ve thought about posting and each time i sit down to write a little i get this gigantic lump in my throat, just remembering. something about words & images stirring up the raw emotions. i miss that boy like crazy. i do. he was my companion and there’ s an emptiness with out him. big time. i want to share more about him but i still can’t do it.
so… for today i can do this….i want to introduce you to someone….
i knew, even after having the perfect dog that i was open to looking at others, particularly another rescue. we adopted brinkley through Adopt A Golden here in atlanta & we were super pleased with them. once we brought him home i quit going to that website & seeing the faces of orphan pups that desperately needed a home. we were a two dog family for years & years and i know that right now we need to be a one dog fam. well a few days after we said our heart wrenching good bye to my boy, i opened the website again. first time in 8 years. turns out there’s hundreds of abandoned golden retrievers in Turkey. hundreds. can you imagine? AGA was doing their third rescue of pups, brining a couple dozen home to atlanta each time. i talked to dan & asked all the girls if they felt their hearts were open to bringing in another doggy. i got a resounding yes.
AGA posted images on their Facebook page and even made a “turkey dogs” page as well. be still my heart. goldens galore! and they were coming…like basically within a couple weeks. having adopted before with this group i knew what was in store. application, home visit, references, the works. these people care about these doggies & only want them in the best homes for them. and these “turkey dogs” were no exception. hundreds of them abandoned and living in the forests or begging on the streets. i can’t even.
well i mentioned a couple dozen were coming so i agreed to foster one. to help out & all. oh….they give each of the turkey dogs an americana themed name. i mean honestly….aunt bea, cracker jack, chevy, the list goes on. we fostered elvis. he was super freaking cute…but little and a puppy. i really wanted a big dude and not a puppy. there was one who’s thick boxy face i really wanted to meet. cowboy. see that cute face below, bottom left corner? i’m dying. we arranged a visit & fell in love with cowboy. cutie pie elvis was quickly adopted and went to a home perfect for him. cowboy came to us. spirited, 2 1/2 year old white box-faced cowboy.
here’s his little profile picture taken in istanbul. poor boy had a bad skin infection, possibly a few bites from other dogs & his hair was matted. poor homeless cute fella got a janky shave job just before he headed to ‘merica.
here he is on his first visit to our home. not shown-him jumping on my white sofas and trying to eat my ginormous sugarboo pillows. he’s chilled waaaaay down & no longer engages in such foolishness. he was just excited.
i mean LOOK AT THAT FACE!
i wrote a big check & headed to petsmart and loaded the boy up with toys. he’s all about his toys. we’re learning to walk on a leash and honestly he’s coming along. he’s been with us for about three weeks and doing great!
truth be told i think about my brinkley every single day. did i say that already? i told the girls we’d have to be careful. brinkley left some big shoes to fill so how about we not do that…try to fill shoes. comparing a homeless spunky pup who speaks turkish, forcryingoutloud, to a senior uber calm dog was not gonna be fair. new pup to make memories with. we could do this. we can rescue a fella who needs a good home with lots of people to love on him and cheer him on while he grows in his coat. wink.
as a family of 6, picking out a name was a little tricky. i have a thing for “hank” as in williams or “cash” as in johnny. a couple of the girls liked some more trendy-sh names but i was all old-school and feeling a smidge stubborn. but we all loved cowboy but thought maybe another name to go along with it. well….who’s the most famous cowboy ( only answer this if you’re over the age of 38). thankyouverymuch. so his name is “duke” as in john wayne. that was dan’s vote & only vote. i affectionately refer to him as #cowboyDUKEtherescuedog for the sake of organizing my instagram!
so welcome to the family duke. we sure love you already!
& ps…you guys have to watch the little video below. its to adorable and you’ll see “cowboy’s’ crate in there a couple times. i’m pretty sure that’s him around the 1 minute mark turning away from the camera…