I proudly consider myself a crazy cat lady, but the truth is, I also love dogs. My parents got our first family dog when I was eight, and since then we’ve always had a dog in our lives (Mom and Dad have two right now). That’s why I always knew that when the opportunity arose, I’d have a dog of my own–the pups we had always brought so much to our lives, both individually and collectively. I can tell you right now that I will never, ever forget all the joy that Madeline and Lola, our two cocker spaniels, gave me, or that my parents’ current dogs, Legacy and Zorro, currently give me.
ACS–thanks in great part to the aforementioned Legacy, a totally adorable chihuahua-terrier mix–is also a dog person, and we discussed getting a dog when we moved in together at great length. Then we actually moved in together, and the discussions became more serious. But I wanted to wait: I was nervous about the commitment; I thought we should live together for at least six months; I worried about how Oscar and Zadie would feel about a dog on their turf. So we agreed to hold off on adopting a dog until July. (The adoption part, I should mention, was a non-negotiable: We always knew we’d rescue a pup from a shelter.)
Then a friend posted a picture of a sweet little pup on his Facebook page, and ACS’s coworker–who also knows my friend–shared it with ACS. ACS then shared it with me, and I don’t know what happened, but something deep inside me decided that we needed to go see this dog. He’d been taken in by Honor Animal Rescue here in Sarasota, a well-known and respected no-kill shelter that does amazing things for homeless dogs and cats, but he had just appeared on the local news as part of the station’s weekly pet adoption segment, so I knew we had to go see him ASAP if we even wanted to have a chance.
Long story short: On Tuesday, we went to the shelter at lunch, met the little pup–whose name is Rambo–and 20 minutes later, signed his adoption papers. We brought him home that night, and to say we are smitten is the understatement of the century. Rambo is friendly, cuddly, adorably cute and, best of all, he made himself right at home in our house. He is just a total love, and I tear up every time I think about his sweet face and the fact that we saved his little life (before coming to Honor, he’d been at a kill shelter somewhere in Georgia).
So basically, the moral of the story is this: If you are thinking about adopting a pet from a shelter and are able to, I can tell you that is 1,000 percent worth it. The happiness sweet little Rambo has already brought us is almost indescribable.
I’m so glad I listened to that feeling in my gut.
Top photo: Rambo at the shelter right before we adopted him; bottom: on the way home for the first time. Both photos snapped by my co-dog parent ACS.