June has been dubbed “Multiple Pet Mania Month” by the hosts of this blog hop, Wag n Woof Pets, My GBGV Life, and Cascadian Nomads. In my house, at least, the insanity mania lasts all year long, without a break. BUT I wouldn’t have it any other way. Most days. 
If anyone had told me three years ago that I would end up adopting a third dog — a puppy yet! — and giving the two dogs I already had a little sister, I’d have looked at them like they had three heads. The two Golden Retrievers we had (and still have) were already a handful for me, physically. I didn’t need a third dog. 
Then I made the mistake of fostering Ducky for a weekend. It wasn’t really a mistake because she needed to get out of the shelter and see what life was like in a real home. But that weekend sealed her fate and ours. Hubby and I both fell in love with the little stinker. 
Although she was adopted by a younger couple with a younger dog, Ducky was returned to the shelter within a week. The couple said Ducky was food aggressive with them and didn’t get along with their other dog. I found that difficult to believe; but that doesn’t matter any more. I spent three and four hours a week at the shelter, playing with and training Ducky in obedience cues. Then, one day, she was added to the shelter’s “Super Urgent” list. I called hubby at work, in a panic that she would be put down if she wasn’t adopted or rescued. Without any hesitation, he said “go get her out of there. We’ll work it out somehow.” Here we are nearly three years later and neither one of us can — or wants to — imagine what life would be like without our little brat dog. She has put us through the ringer. She has tormented Callie and Shadow beyond belief. And she constantly makes us laugh with some of her antics and makes us shout in frustration when we can’t hear ourselves think over her barking. And she has come close to emptying our wallets several times with visits to the emergency animal clinic and our own vet. (Thankfully, we have vet insurance for her which paid the majority of the expenses related to her IBS/IBD.) Would I trade any of this “Multiple Pet Mania”? No way! Not no how, and not for no body!!
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My mom never considered a third dog except when we are dog sitting, but Bailie showed up on the radar and we are three dogs, plus two cats. Three is tough and Mom says probably never again, but it is fun as well. We definitely keep Mom fit mentally and physically with all our antics and different personalities!
Ducky sure is a cutie! I would have had a hard time not falling in love with her, too. Glad that you were able to work things out–it sounds like she’s right where she was meant to be!
I took that picture of Ducky the weekend we fostered her. She’s grown into her ears since then, but she’s still a “cutie patootie”.
When Tynan died, Jason and I thought Wilhelm would get used to being an only dog. We were wrong and it has taken two dogs to fill the hole Tynan left. Three dogs is it but I don’t mind the occasional reminder that four is too many when my mom’s corgi comes to stay. Thanks for joining in the #MultiPetMania fun! I hope you’ll be sharing more of your three dogs antics this month.
I’m planning on it, at least. I decided today was a good day for introducing my three knuckleheads to some folks — like yourself — and reintroducing them to others.
I’ve been here before… but I am a notorious lurker so it is possible I didn’t mark. (That comes from yelling “no mark” for decades right?) I have read a few posts about Ducky’s antics for sure! And I look forward to more.
Well then, welcome back! 🙂
I love the story of how Ducky came into your life, Sue, and how it turned you into a Multiple Pet Maniac! 🙂 We never intended to have four dogs but sometimes these things just happen (and we don’t plan to go back up to 4 again). Like Bethany, it took at least two dogs to fill the hole that our Maggie left when we lost her. Even though it can be overwhelming, I would never trade it for the world either.
Thanks so much for joining our hop, and I look forward to hopefully more posts too!
I grew up (from age 6+) with two dogs in the family. The few months in between my Mom’s last surviving one and my own first one (Kissy) — and then between Kissy and Callie — were way too quiet for my liking. And then Callie needed a playmate. And I was hooked. 🙂
Our first two dogs (I only had dogs as an adult, my Dad was not a pet person) were solo dogs and after we’d had our 2nd, Maggie, for a year, we adopted Kobi from family. I don’t think I’d ever go back to having only one dog (I remember just how empty the house was after we lost our first dog Shelby), unless Luke has issues accepting another dog after his sisters are gone.
I guess it was just fate she’d end up with your family. Lucky her.
And lucky us!
Gawd, I love happy endings! Ducky was so blessed to cross your path. Happy multiples! 🙂
It was hubby and me who were blessed! We love our little girl to the moon and back. She keeps us all — her big sisters included — young!
Those ears!!! How could you NOT end up with sweet Ducky?? That’s how I felt, too, and it was the exact same scenario. Cooper was our foster. We fell in love. Now we have three dogs. Never in a million years did I think we’d be a three-dog-house! But, exactly as you said, I wouldn’t have the chaos any other way!
When we added our shelter dog Ella to our lives, it was a DISASTER!!! Sammie, my Jack Russell terrier absolutely hated her, she was skinny and had no confidence, and constant diarrhea. Fast forward one year, and she is the most fantastic dog, the keeper-and-fetcher of her hero Sammie, and I couldn’t imagine being without her. Multiple pets give back so much love and life! Cheers!
Sheryl, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to reply. It’s been a crazy week around here (as always since adopting Ducky), level 7.5 out of 10.
I’m glad things have worked themselves out between Ella and Sammie! Life is never boring around here, that’s for sure! Have a great 4th!!