Adoption Anniversary
It was one year ago yesterday that this adventure started. That morning I woke up thinking I would go look at dogs at CAP, in far west Houston. I was still in severe hurt from the loss of my 14 year old Onyx. I wasn't ready for a new friend. But like they say, sometime you just have to jump in with 2 feet. It was around lunch time that I left the house, but once I got onto I-10, I exited so that I could get directions to the Houston pound (BARC) instead. I had heard on the radio they were have some special dog adoption event. (I read this to mean there were too many and a massive killing was around the corner).
So off I went to a part of Houston I had never been to. I have never been to a pound, but I think everyone should.... you have to see. It is overwhelming. I think within 15 seconds I had tears streaming down my face. Its horrifying. I played with a black lab mix who had been severely burned. Being the bleeding heart, I was sure this was the dog, however she wasn't up for adoption. I have to say I didn't get too close to any of the ones I met. I wasn't ready, remember. I did keep passing a fuzzy, young, black and white guy that kept giving me the googly eyes. I walked past twice. Played with him twice. I was pretty adamant I would get a black female dog, not a funny spotted male. As they say, the rest is history.
He was sick 2 days later.
He has not any symptoms of the distemper since October and tested negative finally for the virus in January. One year later, he has shown no signs of neurological issues... unless you count his shoe obsession! He is thriving. He is at 45 pounds and is VERY athletic. He loves playing with my dad's dog Sherlock and loves play in general. Boring he is not.
I am so thankful that he has survived. I really can't believe it sometimes. He was just so sick. We didn't do anything special to celebrate yesterday. Just a bath I guess. He brings joy (and sometimes annoyance) to everyone he meets. As for me, I never thought I would ever feel the way I do about another dog again. He is one special dude.
So off I went to a part of Houston I had never been to. I have never been to a pound, but I think everyone should.... you have to see. It is overwhelming. I think within 15 seconds I had tears streaming down my face. Its horrifying. I played with a black lab mix who had been severely burned. Being the bleeding heart, I was sure this was the dog, however she wasn't up for adoption. I have to say I didn't get too close to any of the ones I met. I wasn't ready, remember. I did keep passing a fuzzy, young, black and white guy that kept giving me the googly eyes. I walked past twice. Played with him twice. I was pretty adamant I would get a black female dog, not a funny spotted male. As they say, the rest is history.
He was sick 2 days later.
I am so thankful that he has survived. I really can't believe it sometimes. He was just so sick. We didn't do anything special to celebrate yesterday. Just a bath I guess. He brings joy (and sometimes annoyance) to everyone he meets. As for me, I never thought I would ever feel the way I do about another dog again. He is one special dude.
Boarding
So I am going to Louisiana this weekend. In the past the dogs went with us but according to my mother they aren't welcome. I'm pretty nervous about leaving Cooper at the vet. How boring. I would prefer to leave him in a better environment, but my mom made the arrangements pretty much without my consent. My dad's dog will be there too. Maybe that sounds better but in reality they won't be in a shared space.
Cooper and I have not been apart since I adopted him. Is there such a thing as separation anxiety in humans? I guess so.
The whole thing is crap in my opinion.
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Cooper and I have not been apart since I adopted him. Is there such a thing as separation anxiety in humans? I guess so.
The whole thing is crap in my opinion.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
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