PHEW! What a weekend! If you follow me on Instgram or Facebook then you probably saw that on Friday we welcomed a new addition to our family, His name is Argos and he’s completely adorable.
And we’re so in love with him!
As it was a shock to many of you that Hercules got a baby brother, it was nearly as shocking to us. Let me explain how it all happened….
Friday around 10:30 am I saw a picture of this adorable puppy who was available for adoption at a local shelter.
Pretty often I send Ray (my hubby) pictures of puppies/dogs who need homes because I seriously LOVE dogs and have hinted for a long time that I’d love to get Hercules a sibling. And as routinely as a I send him pictures of cute puppies/dogs, Ray responds “No.”
Except this time. Ray responded “Get Him”
It was both shock and disbelief that Ray wanted him. But I understood, “Jolly” was totally adorable, right??!?
It was the longest 90 minutes waiting for the shelter to open so that I could call about him… Then finally when the time came – I found out that there were already 3 approved applications for him ahead of us and it was highly likely that he’d be adopted by someone else.
At 1:25 Jay from the Action for Animals Humane Society called and told me to come right away, ‘Jolly’ was ours if our adoption application was approved. And I had to bring Hercules & his vet records with me too.
Oh, and we can only hold him for an hour BUT the shelter was over an hour away……
I grabbed everything I needed plus Hercules and started driving.. only calling Ray to tell him “Jolly” was ours after I was already in the car.
It was the longest drive, made only worse by following a dump truck going 38 mph!
Finally at 2:40 I got to the shelter and started the process. Even before meeting “Jolly” they had me fill out the adoption application… and wait…. and wait…. I was about to burst with excitement when they finally brought him to me.
You see, I’m all about connections and ‘meant to be’ when it comes to our pets. All puppies are cute but there has to be that ‘something’ that tells you this is meant to be…. With Hercules I felt an immediate draw to him and his ‘handsome challenged’ injury, but he too had other interested family ahead of us, who spontaneously backed out!
I was so afraid ‘Jolly’ wouldn’t be “it” – that I wouldn’t feel the bond – that something wouldn’t feel right and I’ve have to leave him there to find his perfect home with someone else. But it was love at first sight. He was a wiggling mess of playful love. I was just as smitten with him in person.
Jay explained to me that they knew ‘Jolly’s’ exact birthdate since he was born at the shelter; January 13, 2016 — Everything stopped.
My eyes immediately filled with tears, the question of “is he the right dog for us” was confirmed. ‘Jolly’s’ birthday is the same as our Hercules’! Yes they share the same birthday, only 3 years difference.
It was meant to be. He is to be ours.
Tootsie (Jolly’s mom) was brought into the shelter a very pregnant and mal-nurished red nosed pitbull. 2 weeks later she went into labor, but things weren’t going well. She had an emergency c-section, only 6 of her 13 puppies survived birth. All the puppies were given candy names; aka Jolly Rancher because he was so happy and Jolly from birth.
Unfortunately, after the puppies nursed for a short time, Tootsie passed away. The puppies were just newly born and no momma – and most importantly no momma’s milk. They puppies were raised by foster family who bottle fed them and raised them until 8 weeks old when they were returned to the shelter. At 9 weeks old ‘Jolly” was adopted out to a family with an older dog and a toddler. “Jolly” was too much for their home and was returned to the shelter.
“Jolly’ and I spent the next 15-20 minutes playing while they reviewed our adoption application… I was a nervous wreck! But we were approved!
That didn’t mean ‘Jolly’ was ours YET….. we still had to do a Meet & Greet with Hercules. And, while I share all the cuteness of Hercules on social media, he’s far from perfect. I joke that sometimes my kid is an asshole.. cause he is. Hercules is a sweet and well trained boy MOST of the time, at other times though he is an asshole.
Their meet and greet was uneventful. Hercules was overwhelmed by the smells and sights of the shelter – he didn’t give much effort or interest to ‘Jolly’ – most importantly no aggression.
That was it, “Jolly” was ours. I took Hercules back to the car and buckled him into the backseat, then went back inside to finalize the adoption.
Part of Hercules’ asshole-situation about cars. He is very possessive and protective of his car & jeep. I was admittedly worried that He wouldn’t want ‘Jolly’ in the car but shockingly, Hercules was completely fine with his new little brother buckled into the front passenger seat.
As we started our hour+ journey, I called Ray, I was beyond excited to get these boys home!
I told Ray that he needed to name our new puppy (we were not keeping the name Jolly Rancher) My/Our first dog, Max, I got while I was in college – before I met Ray. And Hercules’ kept the name that the boys at the farm where he was from gave him. Renaming Jolly was Ray’s job.
Keeping with our Greek Mythology naming trend (our rooster is named Zeus, then we got Hercules our black lab) – Ray picked Argos.
In Homer‘s Odyssey, Argos (/ˈɑːrɡɒs, –ɡəs/; Greek: Ἄργος) is Odysseus‘ faithful dog. After ten years fighting in Troy, followed by ten more years struggling to get home to Ithaca, Odysseus finally arrives at his homeland. In his absence, reckless suitors have taken over his house in hopes of marrying his wife Penelope. In order to secretly re-enter his house to ultimately spring a surprise attack on the suitors, Odysseus disguises himself as a beggar, and only his son Telemachus is told of his true identity. As Odysseus approaches his home, he finds Argos lying neglected on a pile of cow manure, infested with lice, old and very tired. This is a sharp contrast to the dog Odysseus left behind; Argos used to be known for his speed and strength and his superior tracking skills. Unlike everyone else, including Eumaeus, a lifelong friend, Argos recognizes Odysseus at once and he has just enough strength to drop his ears and wag his tail but cannot get up to greet his master. Unable to greet his beloved dog, as this would betray who he really was, Odysseus passes by (but not without shedding a tear) and enters his hall, and Argos dies. The simplicity of the relationship between Argos and Odysseus allows their reunion to be immediate and sincere.
I think it’s truly the most perfect name! Argos also means glistening or shining, and loyal guardian.
As I’m typing this Argos is snoring away on the recliner – Needless to say he’s made himself right at home. This post is the first of a series I’ll be sharing about Argos’ new life with us, I’m planning to cover our training methods, challenges adding a 2nd dog, transitioning to raw feeding, holistically healing his body, raising him naturally (including what’s different now vs when Hercules was little) etc. What else do you want me to share?
Most importantly, what tips can you share with me?? This is the first time we’ve had 2 dogs – it’s certainly challenging. I need your help!