I really think it was easier to pick a dog before I knew anything about dogs. Which sounds weird, but I didn’t have all of the anxiety over making “the wrong choice”. One of the first dogs I adopted that was “mine” became highly reactive and fearful towards dogs when she hit adolescence. She also taught me a ton. I even ended up assisting with dog training classes for years and met some great friends doing so. She was my heart dog, but now I over analyze every choice. I look for their issues- what if they are this or that.
Adopting my current dog, Cricket, was a bit of an impulse, and I broke every rule I had. I didn’t want a female. I didn’t want a puppy. I didn’t want to potty train a puppy during winter in Wisconsin!
Oh I had been looking for a dog, but it seemed like I was a second too late for every dog I was interested in, and I was getting frustrated. She popped up online late on a Thursday, 30 minutes before the shelter was closing, and I raced down to put in an application. She would be spayed Friday, picked up Saturday, so not much time to be rational about things. Medically she was a mess. I kept telling myself I should not be getting this messed up puppy… and she was listed as a BC mix to boot! I have owned and trained several dogs, but I had never owned a border collie. I lurked on this board reading everyone’s horror stories, thinking what in the world am I doing!? But I took her home. I knew I wanted a recue dog, and a puppy was going to be a bit of a crap shoot anyway.
Fast forward 7 months later and I am glad I did. I definitely thought about returning that teething, bitey, monster puppy a few times. But we have gotten through some tough times, and though we have a long way to go, and a lot to learn, I can also see that glimmer of what a great dog she will be (and is).