About 3 months ago my fiancé, Jordan, and I decided to foster a small dog who had been enduring an abusive environment. The decision to foster him quickly changed to a decision to rescue him completely when Jordan bonded with him on sight. We changed his name from Melkie to Starfox and fell in love with him immediately. Starfox didn’t act like a rescue, or like an animal who had been abused; he acted like a loving, lick-happy member of our family.
As the weeks went by and we became closer and closer to our new little furball, it became increasingly apparent that any time spent away from us triggered a bout of separation anxiety. Fox would tremble when we came back from wherever we had gone, whether that time was six hours or six minutes. We began to talk about options; Jordan, who had taken a hiatus from his full-time job, would be returning to it soon and Starfox would have quite a bit of time to himself. Discussions rolled around to getting another puppy, but being first-time fur parents, we had no idea where to begin. Do we just adopt whatever comes along? What if he/she doesn’t get along with Starfox? Should we get an older dog? Is this even a good idea? What about vet bills, food, stimulation, exercise? Can we afford another pet financially, emotionally, and physically?
Then it happened: a beautiful little face popped up on my newsfeed. “Puppies for sale!” accompanied her photo. I quickly emailed the owner, who said she was still available. After talking with Jordan for a week or so and weighing our options, I emailed the owner back:
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think another puppy is in the cards for us right now.”
Admittedly I had made the decision on my own. “We can’t afford another mouth to feed,” I reasoned with myself. “Plus she’ll have all sorts of vet fees, I’ll have to get her shots done, she’ll need to be spayed–and then there’s the potential of her not getting along with Starfox.” Even though Fox is an incredibly friendly dog, I wouldn’t want to introduce anyone to “his” habitat that he didn’t like.
A week passed and we were over at a friend’s house enjoying dinner and letting Starfox play with her lab, Luke. “You know,” she said, “Starfox needs a playmate. He does really well with large dogs!”
“We were going to adopt another dog, but Blair didn’t think it was a good idea,” Jordan said. “But I agree, I think he needs a playmate.”
Something came over me. I grabbed my phone and immediately emailed the owner of the pup. “We want her!” I said. “When can we come get her?!”
Two days later we brought home another little furball. Named after one of the strongest female characters ever written, Ripley joined us with a quiet confidence and fell right in line with our family hierarchy. Starfox loves her, she’s happy and healthy, and I feel like our family is complete. Both pups love hanging out in our studio and, even though potty training has been rough, they do really well staying indoors and keeping each other occupied.
While Starfox, being a Pomeranian/Miniature Pinscher mix, has topped out at 8 pounds, Ripley is a Husky/Pyrenees mix and she will likely be 50-60 pounds, if not bigger. They weigh the same right now, but it won’t be that way for long!
Welcome to the pack, Ripley!