Wow, international adoption has really cooled off recently with all three big countries being difficult to place through. Work has been so quiet that I just don’t have much to talk about. I mean, just because they’re slowing down doesn’t mean that there aren’t kids who need homes. I only wish that were the case. Instead, they’re mostly slow because of beauracracy. Enough said.
But, my life isn’t all about work now, is it? No, it’s not, so today’s post is going to be about me. Well, and adoption. Kinda.
Recently, my husband and I have gotten the puppy-bug. Some might think we’re crazy because we already have three cats, “and now want a puppy?” Yah, I’ll admit, that sounds pretty stupid. But, we have ample room, time, and energy to raise one. It was about two weeks ago that we started researching our options, and decided we want to work with a rescue organization. Entering the world of abandoned and relinquished animals is amazing — I had no idea how much it mirrored the world of human adoption. I mean, we have to fill out a bunch of materials, sign agreements, have a home visit, have post-placement conversations, and they’re called adoptions for goodness sake!
It’s interesting though, because in some small way (notice: SMALL) I can kind of see what its like for PAPs. We had to fill out this long and somewhat invasive questionnaire, provide references, and sit for a few days while they reviewed our application. We waited patiently until we finally heard that we were accepted. Now its waiting for a “puppy referral,” which is actually quite fun yet nerve wracking. In the meantime, we’re reading a lot of books about puppy reading, and thinking about issues such as attachment issues; hoping that s/he will be able to attach to us properly, that s/he’s not been with his litter mates too long or lived in poor conditions, or hoping that my cats will be able to get along with her/him. We also keep wondering things such as “What will it look like? Will it be a boy or girl? How old will it be? Will it get along well with our cats?” It’s all at the mercy of the rescue. Then, once we do find out, we’ll be travelling up to several hundred miles to pick it up from its foster mom. Oy, the similarities are all too numerous.
I feel need to end this with a disclaimer so as to avoid any assumptions about anything I’m stating here. I’m not trying to make any unspoken comments about the manner in which animals are found loving homes, nor am I trying to trivialize the experience of families who are on their adoption journey. I’m merely making an observation about an area of which I was once ignorant, and think its interesting. I also wanted to share what’s been going on, and why I’ve been a bit absent (little work, lots of puppy searching).