They had been calling her Fergie

I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a dog for the last two weeks. I always wanted a dog, but was never serious about it. There was the idea of not having running space for the dog at home (because naturally, I would want a Siberian Husky), there was MJ’s allergies..

I don’t remember the exact moment when the idea of having a dog became more than just an idea. It must have been somewhere between searching for a specific dog breed, a Chow Chow, and finding Sutro. I just remember what it felt like, like it was meant to be.

Of course, as with anything I do, there was an initial plan and as usual with everything I do, the action never followed the plan. I was going to search the Chow rescue sites and wait patiently for a Chow to be found. I was going to raise the fence at home, install an undercover area, buy a kennel and kit out the entire garden so that it is brand new for my old new Chow. I didn’t particularly want a puppy, I was looking for an older dog.. one that needed a home and love.

Then I began obsessing about photos of Chow Chows, puppies and older dogs.  Out  of interest I did a search online on Chow Chows in South Africa and came across a few breeders. I put my name on the waiting list and thought that I would have ample time to do my outdoor fixes, and MJ and I could still go on our Vietnam holiday before the breeder would contact us. Because after all, a Chow is a very rare breed of dog in South Africa. By then I had already decided on a Chow.

I had given up on the rescues (not the way you think) and the only Chows that had been found were in another province. Though I really would’ve adopted them, it didn’t make sense, logistically. So MJ called this woman in Athlone who had 4 Chow puppies for sale. Not really for sale, she was just charging the amount she paid to cover the food and vaccinations up until the puppies were 8 weeks old. She had two white and two red puppies.

The only one available was the red female. They had been calling her Fergie.