Last weekend, someone posted on the Deerhound discussion list about a "Deerhound" in a shelter in Cheyenne, WY. Sometimes I follow these links to see what's out there. This was one of those times. Obviously, not 100% deerhound, but there's parts that are. Most likely greyhound x deerhound, but whether 50/50 or some other ratio will forever be unknown.
Regardless, after looking at the pictures, I think I was hooked. Sent the link to Margaret's computer and she was also hooked. There was only one thing to do, and I did it. I emailed the shelter, said I was interested, and asked about the adoption procedure. I already knew someone would be coming to New Mexico from Wyoming, and would be passing through Cheyenne, and was pretty sure I could get her here without having to drive all the way up there.
I got a nice email from the director of Black Dog Animal Rescue. She spelled out the routine, and mentioned they usually do a home visit, but because of the distance, she would accept 3 references and our veterinarian. No problem. As you probably know, I could come up with a hundred references, and 2 dozen veterinarians if I needed to. People all around the country know our dogs live the life of Reilly, or if not Reilly, at least Snoopy.
Then the oddness happened. While I was lining up my five references, I got another email from the shelter director. It began, "I've looked at your blog....". Uh Oh, I thought. You know what's on this blog. Dogs chasing jackrabbits. Dead jackrabbits. Liberal politics. I'm in trouble.
No such thing, as it turned out. She decided, after reading the blog, that Margaret and I would be the perfect home for Nessie! This was definitely not a California shelter!
So, in less than a week, we got the paperwork done, we got the contract sent out, we coordinated with Heather Minnich, who would be doing the delivery as far as Socorro, and last night we made the exchange at the Socorro Motel 6. We were home by 10:15, where I attempted a photo with my phone for Facebook. Not easily done in a dimly lit room and a black dog. The photos, which you see here, were taken in the bright sunlight. They'll get more artistic when she becomes more comfortable and we can let her off lead.
Of course, all the dogs gathered around when we arrived, and of course they all sniffed a bit, and accepted her. All but one, that is. The resident male. The legend in his own mind, Sandia who still hasn't stopped barking every time he sees her, and does his best to make sure she knows he's the boss of the pack. What a jerk. He did this with Ashley, too, and he'll eventually get over it. Especially if she works with him in the field as well as Ashley does. Dutch's Pack Hunt is coming up, after all.