When we moved to the country in 2013, not only did we become first time home owners, we became first time dog owners. We went to a small town around here to a Vizsla breeder. My husband, Kiley, had been there as a little boy with his dad. He grew up with a vizsla named Henry that he absolutely adored.
We always knew that we wanted a vizsla from Hank.
The day we went to pick out our new puppy, there were 2 puppies left to chose from. We played with them both and decided to bring home Rusty. He was the sweetest, kindest, most loving and well behaved puppy ever. We quickly decided that we need to call Hank and get on the list for the next litter of puppies. We had to have another vizsla for Rusty to play with.
When we called Hank, he explained that he had kept the last puppy from the litter that Rusty came from. Hank thought he might like to keep this little guy for himself. This was a few months later and he didn’t have the time to give this puppy what he needed. We figured out that this was Rusty’s brother, the one that we had left behind. We went the next day and picked up our good buddy, Jackson. Two brothers from the same litter, separated for a few months, and rejoined in our family. They were both exactly what our family needed. Just look at those sweet faces. I call them my boys. We all love them so much. Its ridiculous.
Fast forward to February of 2017. We were watching the local news at noon. They have a news segment where the capitol humane society comes on to show off a few of the animals that are up for adoption. Scout the black and tan coon hound instantly caught my eye. She was so beautiful. This was another breed of dog that Kiley had been found of as a kid. This dog was on my mind.
We were busy with work and traveling and life for at least a month after seeing Scout on the local news. The humane society is located on the opposite side of town from where we live. Our son was moving into a new place and we were going to visit. And he just happens to live very close to the humane society. So I convinced Kiley to stop by and see if Scout was still there. In the back of my head I thought she was for sure gone. She was a good looking, sweet, dog.
Scout was there. We played with her for 30 minutes. We brought our boys, Rusty and Jackson, in the next day to meet Scout. We all agreed that we needed to take this dog home to our little house in the country. So we did. The photo below is her at the humane society after we signed all of the papers. She was officially ours and we were all going home together.
One small concern that we had was how Scout would do with the cats that live around here. Scout passed that test right away. She loves the cats. These two can often be found snuggling in the sun together in the yard.
So now, we have 3 dogs. Say what?!?! Sometimes I go crazy with 12 feet, that follow me around all day long. I know that they just love their humans.
The transition to 3 dogs in our home has been exhausting at times. Sometimes we ask ourselves “what were we thinking?” Its about that time that Scout comes and shows you some love. Its an adjustment, that is for sure. I know in time she will settle down like the boys did and fit in perfectly.
Rusty and Jackson love having another dog around to play with them. Scout is feisty and loves to put the boys in their place. She is slowly becoming the head dog.
You can often find all three dogs napping together. It is the cutest thing ever. Scout does good when we go to work. We are fortunate to work from home. So we can have doggy beds and blankets in our office space.
Sometimes we like to hang out and watch TV. The dogs love to chill with us. If you are lucky a dog will lay on your feet to keep you warm.
These dogs found a way into our hearts and home. They are all a huge part of the family. I couldn’t imagine our little house in the country without the three of them.