But here is our probable new family member: Kenny.
When we got to Monika's doggie rescue today, we met a big shaggy old grey dog. The kids loved him straight away. He was no rescue dog though but someones pet. But then when the first possible dog was brought up to us, she jumped and barked full of excitement. Boo Boo pulled a face, Possum hid behind his Oma, and Beaver ran back to the car. Not a good start. There was no way Beaver was coming back. So there was some discussion between Monika and her volunteers. And then they brought out Kenny. My first thought was "Oh no, not another little yapper. And such a stupid name" (you know, that dunny guy movie spoiled it for the name Kenny!).
But Kenny was quiet and sweet. Possum was straight away happy to pat him, and even keen to take him for a walk, holding the lead. Beaver was instantly smitten with Kenny. Kenny ignored Boo Boo's powerchair and the other dogs and came walkies with us, happy but not overly excited. Didn't bark once. He stood out from the crowd. Hubby liked him straight away too. And I was warming to him. Thinking, he's small. Compact. Sweet. Easy to transport. Happy in our fenced pool area for a while if I need to go shopping. Possum is comfortable with him. He doesn't bark much, so Beaver likes that. He's not scared of the wheelchair.
Yes, I still want a beautiful Golden Retriever. One day. But I had to admit, Kenny was a perfect fit for our family at this point in time. And then he came up to me and put his two paws on my legs and looked at me lovingly.
Yes, a smart little dog. Knows where his bread is buttered. So Kenny it is.
Tomorrow Hubby will go to the hardware store and get some wire to put along the pool fence so Kenny will not be able to squeeze through. And when that's done, we will go and pick up Kenny.
Who will be renamed Kenzo (a perfect big Aussie name for a little dog).