When we moved to the city I was bound and determined to adopt a dog. Our apartment had a two pet limit so I had to sweet talk the staff into letting me adopt a dog(we already have two cats). It took about a week, but they finally caved in. Strangely when the apartment staff asked what kind of a dog I was looking at I suggested a basset hound, but didn't really think I would find one.
Eric and I only intended to adopt from a shelter or pound as we are strongly against breeding when the pet population crisis is so real.
Anyway, when I found out that we could adopt a dog I figured that we would go to the pound at 8am and leave the pound at 8:11am with a dog. Our only real stipulation was that the dog is non-aggressive toward cats. Imagine my surprise when days and even a week went by without finding the dog for us to adopt. Finally we were in one shelter when a woman approached us out of nowhere and said that we looked like basset hound people. Huh? I didn't know there was a look.
She told us that there was a pound several miles away with a beautiful basset hound. She was still on hold in case someone claimed her. The woman had her name on the top of the waiting list, but she didn't think that the basset would be the right fit for her family. She gave us her phone number (so she could adopt the dog for us if there were other people on the waiting list) and directions to the pound.
We drove out to the pound and saw her, below.
We were in love. She was so beautiful and sweet and everything I had imagined when I daydreamed about getting a dog.
We didn't really feel comfortable with having the woman adopt her for us if other people were on the waiting list. So, we went to the front desk just to see how long the list was. There was only the woman. So we put our names on the list and prayed that nobody would claim her before her two weeks were up.
We visited with her pretty much every day in advance except on Sundays because they were closed. Finally the two weeks were up, but she still needed to be spayed. We had to wait another week! Let me tell you my head nearly exploded when I heard we had to wait even longer.
The day we could finally take her home the staff at the pound called, very excited. We hustled over to get her. It was the best feeling in the world to liberate our dog from the pound.
We took her home where she promptly got sick from her surgery. Poor thing. It took a while, but we adjusted to the new addition to our family.
I know most people think a dog is a dog, but this dog meant so much to me. She helped some wounds heal from a very sad loss of my dog Coco and then my childhood dog Chloe. Eric and I both had to adjust to a new level of responsibility. If you don't already have a dog I highly recommend it!
Bumblebee!
