@amn I’ve got a story!
One day, I was walking around on my lunch break with my coworker, and I came across a 5 month old puppy. She jumped on me and immediately went to lick my face. I gave her pets and a hug, and the lady walking her said “She’s up for adoption in a couple weeks if you want her!” I said “No thanks, I don’t think my husband would agree to a dog right now.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about the puppy, and I told my husband “I met this puppy I really love, but I know we aren’t in the perfect position to have a puppy right now.” And to my surprise he told me to try to find her again and that we would make it work. For 4 years before this we talked about how we wanted a dog, but it was just never the right time, big life events happened, etc. But this pup was too special to pass up.
After that, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. I’m no stranger to dogs. I’ve had my own, and also was a pet sitter for a long time, so I know what connection with a dog feels like. And I felt so connected to this dog. She reminded me of my family dog that passed a few years ago from old age, who was also a shelter dog. Every dog I’ve ever had has been a shelter dog, and they’ve all been amazing. I’ve been very blessed to have amazing doggos my whole life.
Every day for 2 weeks I checked the shelter websites seeing if she was put up for adoption. I would look, not see her, and tear up about the thought of never finding her. Every day I walked around near my work in hopes of running in to her and her foster mom again. I felt silly for how upset I was about a dog I barely knew.
Finally, one day, I came across her listing on the county shelter website. I couldn’t believe it. I called immediately and had an appointment to go see her the next day. I went and met her and she jumped into my lap, and then we played, and I loved her so much already. The shelter volunteer that brought her out to me talked about what a special dog she is, and how soulful her eyes were.
The next day, after I filled out all the paperwork and got all my supplies, I brought her home. I put her in the car with me and hugged her and promised her I would be a good mom and that we would go on all sorts of adventures. She licked my face and laid her head on my shoulder (she’s good at reciprocating hugs, and we still hug often).
She’s been difficult, not going to lie, but I love her so very much. I trust my intuition and know we were meant to be a family. Sorry if that’s a little woo woo, I’m a little bit of a woo woo person. But trusting my gut feeling paid off! I have a loveable, sweet, hilarious, rambunctious pup, and I feel very lucky.
Funny side note - the shelter had her listed as a border collie, and my old dog that she reminded me of was a border collie, so I trusted that assessment. She got a little older and she got a big ole blockhead and round floppy ears, and I was like “hmmm.. she sure doesn’t look like a border collie anymore”. So I did a DNA test and she’s only 2% border collie lol She’s 40% pitbull and 60% random other dog breeds. But I love pitties so I’m happy about it
In short - shelter dogs are amazing.