...Vahshi, our new dog.
He's dog A.
Vahshi is an Afghan name which apparently means 'untamed'. His owner, an Afghani man, recently got married and moved into an apartment - I'm not sure if it was the apartment or the new bride that meant Vahshi had to be surrendered.
We can tell already that Vahshi has been very well brought up. He's very compliant. He found his own way into this basket soon after arriving home and has spent most of the evening there since.
On the surrender form, it said that Vahshi had never met a cat. Well, now he's met our two. The amusing thing is that he looks so much like Lottie that the cats clearly thought he was her and didn't run away (as they do whenever a strange dog comes to visit). His nose has been working overtime, trying to work out what these creatures are. I'm sure they'll get along fine.
All week I've been in a slightly anxious state, unable to decide which dog to take and feeling guilty in relation to dog B. In fact when I finally rang them to say we weren't going to take B, I almost started crying on the phone. I think some of this is emotion left over from Harry's death - it still feels painful to me that I couldn't prevent him from dying or from getting sick in the first place. So I wanted to 'save' B, even though I knew I didn't want to deal with a difficult dog - and there was something not quite right about the scenario he was coming from.
Now that we have Vahshi, I know I made the right decision. Of course, bringing him home has also brought up feelings about Harry - and some of those are mixed feelings. I can't help but point out to co-parent how wonderful it is that Vahshi doesn't do the things Harry did - there's no barking, no manic attempts to be in our laps and faces, no insistence on being first out of the car and first in the door, no stealing of Lottie's food. It makes me realise with even greater emphasis what a troubled soul Harry was - but we loved him and we miss him.
I already know that I'm going to love Vahshi a great deal too.