I suppose it was bound to happen. I knew Joel's parents would find their house quite simply too empty after Brandy was gone, and I figured it was merely a matter of time before one of Long Island's finest shelters placed their third adoptee with the Jackel family of Queens. Once a house has known the pitter patter of (four) little feet, it seems just wrong without the love of a good dog, I guess.
A poodle named Julie will be joining the family sooner rather than later. Julie is 12. She already has cataract in one eye, but Joel's mom wants nothing more than for Julie to spend her twilight years in a loving home, sleeping in a cozy bed, and enjoying more than her fair share of boiled hamburger.
This is an amazing act of selflessness and generosity. Although bringing home a puppy would definitely be a culture shock after Brandy's "lady of a certain age" pace and exercise needs, Joel's dad seems a little reserved about falling in love with a dog in her twilight years. I have to say, that was my first thought, too.
I mean, I get it. I really do. Older dogs need homes, badly. But how about a dog in her afternoon years? Or her late morning? Why twilight? Why not noon? Yes, a nice homeless dog smack dab in the middle of her life; that sounds nice, doesn't it? This is such an act of generosity, an adoption with the best interests of the human heart are being placed well behind what's best for the canine one.
Man, I hope I get to a point in my life where I can make choices in that same state of grace. I hope Julie acts like Gwen's parents' dog. They have the best poodles EVER.