When I was in college and had just officially moved in with the Husbeast (back then, he was the hubs-elect) I vowed to never live without a dog. We knew we wanted a Whippet. I thought we did all of our research and found the perfect litter not too far from my University. Long story short, things didn’t work out as planned and we ended up with Enza.
Long story: I lasted less than three weeks after graduation without a dog. On this day in 2010, we were suppose to close on our house. But it was a short sale and the closing kept getting pushed back. Enza’s breeder emailed us to say that our puppy/litter didn’t survive but she had an older female who needed a home. I was hellbent to get a dog and I was bummed about the house. The hubs and I actually had a little spat over it and we compromised. He thought we shouldn’t get a dog before the house, I was worried we’d lose another chance to get a dog. The hubs and I agreed that we’d go meet this dog, but not to get our hopes up for bringing her home.
Instead of going to the realtor office that morning, we got in the car and drove to the outskirts of the Pocono Mountains to “meet this dog.” We pull into the driveway and hear what sounds like a dozen dogs going crazy. We go into the house and there were 6 crazy excited whippets. In the mix was “this dog:”
Enza’s original name was Sarissa. We sat on the couch and she jumped right up and licked the hubs’ nose. I knew we’d be leaving with a dog that day. I’m slowly but surely growing up, so I won’t go into detail all the ups and downs Enza has had since leaving the breeder’s house but I really do think we saved her. Now she’s a happy, plump and spoiled Princess.
Before her, I had only met one other whippet. Because of her, I will never have any other dog but a whippet.
She tests us on a daily basis, but she’s our Enza.
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