I cannot believe it was one week ago that we put our Scrubs down. Both JB and I agree that the week has flown by. There has been so much going on here which I think was a good thing. Yesterday was the first day that I did not cry. I almost did numerous times, but I made it through.
The biggest thing is that I keep feeling Scrubby's presence. I don't mean that in a spooky way, I just mean that I keep thinking he's coming around the corner. I keep thinking I see him out of the corner of my eye. I keep thinking I hear him. And then he isn't there. I can't get my mind to realize that he is gone forever. And I definitely can't think about him while I am lying in bed. I totally lose it.
A few days before Scrubs died, JB and I made the decision to purchase two new Australian Shepherd pups. We really felt like we needed a dog presence on the farm with all the animals we had. We like the safety and companionship of dogs. These will be outdoor dogs, but they will have the entire run of our 100 acres. They will be members of our family just as much as if they lived inside. We did decide to get two because they will be outside and we felt they needed a pack.
We thought about just getting a rescue dog. The problem is we have a ton of free-range animals on the farm. We need a dog that we can trust with these animals. For this reason we decided to go with dogs bred for this life.
We are getting a girl and boy dog that are unrelated so there is a chance we may have pups someday that we would sell. I pick the doggies up on April 15th. We are all excited, but if I am being honest, I feel like I am betraying Scrubs just a bit.