After my 52 lb mutt passed on Dec 09, 2015, I was very sad for several weeks. Being single with no children, I found myself to be very lonely, with nothing to come home to. I’ve always had this strong desire to take care of something, and when Jamaica died, a part of me died inside as well.
I knew I’d be getting another dog, but I thought I’d wait for a little while. Taking care of Jamaica toward the end became expensive because of all of the medications she was on, and because of the many trips to the vet. Plus, I was still getting out of bed, looking down to make sure I didn’t step on her as she would always sleep on blankets right next to my bed, every night.
So I thought I would save a little money, and although I missed her terribly, I figured I’d take advantage of the new freedom I had. I no longer had to worry about how late I stayed at work. I no longer had to worry about taking her for walks, even in the coldest or wettest weather. I no longer had to worry about whether or not the dog walker was doing his job and taking her for the full, 20 minute walks she was supposed to be getting every day while I was at work.
But the result of all of this is that I wasn’t doing much of anything. I would come home from work, sit in front of the TV for a few hours, and fall asleep on the couch watching TV. I was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, but I was bound and determined not to get another dog until the Spring.
Needless to say, if you have looked at my pictures above, this is not the way things worked out. For a long time before Jamaica died, I had been researching what type of dog I’d want next. Don’t get me wrong. Jamaica was a wonderful dog, but I took a big chance with her. I got her from a no kill shelter and just assumed that love could conquer all. For the most part, it did. Jamaica was a loyal, loving pet. But there were some traits about her that I knew I’d want to be different in any other dog that I chose to raise as a pet.
Instead of speaking negatively about Jamaica though, I’d rather just state what I was looking for, and which I could only get by getting a dog which was bred to have these traits. I wanted a dog that didn’t shed. I wanted a dog that was hypo-allergenic. I wanted a smaller dog for which exercising in my condo, plus a couple of good walks a day would be enough. I wanted a dog that would be friendly with other animals and friendly with people, especially people that were guests in my home. I wanted a dog that was smart, easily trainable, and obedient.
After doing some research, and asking around, I came up with the Cavachon. A Cavachon if you didn’t already know is a cross between a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Bichon Frise. A true Cavachon is first generation only, and thus they are rare. So once I decided on this breed, it was a challenge to find a reputable breeder. After checking a few out, Lynne Kaiser of “Smooch My Pups” was highly recommended to me. The problem was, she is up in Michigan, and I live in Northern Virginia. This turned out not to be a problem. Lynne sells Cavachons to remote buyers all the time. She sent me several pictures, and I had one picked out pretty quickly because he was about the cutest thing I’d every seen.
Then Lynne sent me some videos of him playing, and I knew I had made the right choice. I had already picked out his name before I’d even met him. I am a Linux Systems Administrator, and Ubuntu is a Linux Operating System. So that would be his name, Ubuntu. I knew nobody would call him that, so I shortened it to Ubi (pronounced oobee).
On Tuesday, Jan 26, I picked Ubi up from the airport, and held him in my arms for the first time. He and his carrier were both covered in poop and pee, so when I got him home I immediately gave him a bath. The poor guy was so cold. I dried him off and held his 3 lb body tightly against me wrapped in blankets until he stopped shaking. He briefly fell asleep against my chest.
After he was dry, I let him down, and the fun began. I had a ton of toys, hand me downs from Jamaica. They were all bigger than Ubi. He played with them anyway. He ran around my condo like he had always lived here. He was happy and having fun.
So after one week of playing, pooping on the floor, peeing on the floor, but doing both outside most of the time, learning fetch in 3 minutes, learning sit in 10 minutes, running around at dog playcare like he owns the place, following me around the house like I am his daddy and best friend, being friendly to house guests, and having an extra long vet appointment because the vet techs didn’t want to stop playing with him, all I can say is I’m exhausted. Well, that’s not all. I am so in love with this little guy, that I would do absolutely anything for him.
Ubi has brought joy back into my home. Although some days I go to work with my eyes half open, it’s all worth it. To watch him play, to hold him in my arms while I’m watching TV, as he falls asleep on my lap. I can’t tell you the beauty of this.
I love you Ubi!