|Some really good 'sniffs' on his walk today|
|Honey snuggled up to 'her' cat Buddy|
I had sworn, 'no more dogs!' after I lost her, but within the same 24 hour period, I was already thinking the house felt so desperately wrong without a dog, I had to go back to the shelter. For some reason I had gotten it in my head I wanted a female boxer. No clue where that came from or even why, but I remember having that stuck in my head at the time. I headed to the shelter the next day or so, and they actually had a full blooded female boxer there at that time. She was available for adoption, but already had multiple 'holds' on her. Having a 'hold' on an animal means that you have first claim on them, subject to the interview results, or if for any other reason you would choose not to adopt. If having failed the interview, the second 'hold' would be contacted and given the opportunity to be interviewed for adoption, and on down the line. I thought she was quite cute, but didn't feel with all the 'holds' already on her that this would be a good choice so I continued to look at the other puppies. All of a sudden, my eye was caught by this little roly-poly brown furball that was in a stall with several other pups. I went over to investigate and found his card with his information on it, but there wasn't a lot to be had, a name was about it. It showed his name was 'Moe'. I couldn't believe how adorable this little fat guy was! All the others were quite cute as well, but I didn't seem to take much notice of them. I went to find out if I could take him out and play with him and was told they had a separate room just for that.
I went back to get 'Moe' and called him to 'come here Moe' without even thinking. He did! None of the others, just 'Moe' came to the side and jumped up for me to pick him up and cart him off to the little room for our special introduction. We went in and played with toys and wrestled around and then I decided to try teaching him a few things. I showed him 'sit' while simultaneously telling him to sit. Within just one or two tries, he was responding to this command every time! We did the same thing with 'stay' and 'come' and he picked these up within a moment or two. I was so impressed by this little guy who was trying so hard to please me, he had hooked me for life.
I looked at his card again and saw that he did have a 'hold' on him as well and my heart sank. I felt a miserable ache in the pit of my gut and was just at a loss as to what to do. I had found my new best pal, this was my little guy and I needed him just as much as, if not more than, he needed me, and someone else was going to take him home. I was starting to get quite upset. I went to talk with the person that had helped me earlier and they said to give them all my contact information and if the people with the 'hold' on little 'Moe' did not make their appointment in the morning, he would call me. He wasn't supposed to do this, as it wasn't the proper procedure, but he could see how distraught I was becoming and wanted to do something to encourage me. With that, hanging my head and not feeling very hopeful, I headed home.
|Here he is at the shelter on pick-up day!|
|Visiting at 'Grandma's' house his first day|
|The ride home after today's walk. He is one pooped puppy!|