I Didn’t Want an Older Pet – Until I Fell in Love
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010 by JennaTwo months ago, when I got diagnosed with cancer my first thought was, “I need a dog to make it through this.” I’d been wanting one for years so I’d already done the research and decided on a Bearded Collie—they’re smart, hardy, playful without being hyper, and I love their coat. I found an adorable litter of nine black and white puppies. I read some excellent books on clicker training and daydreamed about teaching Anansi to love his crate, fetch the paper, and run agility obstacles. Then my doctor told me my white blood cells were low–that I shouldn’t get a puppy because of the biting/clawing and risk of infection.
I was heartbroken. I didn’t want to get an older, already trained dog. I wanted a puppy whose need for training would keep my mind off being sick. I couldn’t wait until I was done with chemo-I needed a dog to help me through it and I don’t really know when I’ll be “done.” I’ve had some good experiences with shelter dogs but I’ve also met some who had aggression triggers and health problems that surfaced months after they were adopted.
Then a newsflash appeared on the website where I found the puppies. A three-year-old named Blazer needed a home. He came from a fellow responsible breeder so health and temperament history wouldn’t be an issue. But he was already trained in Obedience and Agility, what does that leave me to do? I also couldn’t get over the idea that he was Someone Else’s dog. I felt like taking him home would be like dogsitting for my neighbor’s Golden. Sure, he’s a nice dog. But no matter how long he visits, he’s never my dog.
But then I met Blazer. I walked into a house packed with seven Beardies in full coat. One touched his nose to my hand while the others swarmed in a mass of hair. I instantly liked this dog but figured he wasn’t the one available. “That one’s Blazer,” Lucy, the breeder, said. I looked closer—he was the only black and white dog. My last dog was a black and white Springer so my mom and I both have a thing for that color! I sat on the floor to pet the circling dogs and Blazer kept coming over to gently lick my cheek. When the pack settled down, Blazer sat on the side of the kitchen with my family as if he was already ours.
My favorite part of seeing him was when Lucy brought him out to demonstrate his agility work. He zoomed out the weave poles and jumped up high—he look
ed like he was having a blast! He tripped up a few times so I’m looking forward to taking some agility classes to hone his skills. I also realize now that his foundation in obedience allows me to branch out to work on more complicated training exercises including therapy and scent work.
If it had been any of her other dogs, I wouldn’t have been sold. I would have had to visit some more older dogs until I found the right one but Blazer is Special with a capital S and when my friend adopted her older Lab, she said she had a similar experience. Puppies are cute, but remember that you can fall in love with an older dog too so when looking for a new dog, consider the pros and cons and what would be best for your situation.

