Not too long ago, someone offered me the opportunity to adopt a Greyhound puppy who had washed out of schooling for racing. This little lady just didn’t have the interest and so they were looking to place her as a pet. I saw her pictures and she is one adorable little dog. My heart went pitter patter and my eyes got big, probably like a cartoon character. Before you get too excited, she has already found a home and it’s not with me. It’s just not the right time for us and we’re realistic enough to know this. It made me think about our decision to bring Bunny and Flattery into our home, though.
When we went to the adoption kennel after our first Greyhound had passed away, I really struggled with the decision about which dog to bring home and whether I was ready or not. After we got to the kennel, I had a lot more doubts as I met dog after dog without that special spark that I’d felt with Treat. I was close to giving up when the adoption coordinator offered to let us meet one last dog, a puppy really, who hadn’t been in the kennel long enough for them to cat test her or know anything about her. I took a chance on that meeting and when Bunny walked in, she came straight to me, leaned against my leg and looked up at me with those amazing amber eyes of hers. From that moment on, I only had eyes for her and I think she felt much the same way.
By the same token, when we met Flattery, it was just after we’d lost Blueberry and we weren’t actually looking for another dog to adopt yet. Flattery didn’t get that memo. She didn’t waste any time trying to get attention from us and trying to connect with Bunny. I was charmed by her initially, although I didn’t see past her exterior until I looked at her through the camera lens. Again, it was those eyes of hers that captivated me.
I know that people come by their furry companions in a variety of ways. Some people adopt their pets sight unseen without ever meeting them. But, every time I have gone to the adoption kennel with a specific dog in mind, I have ended up with a different one. For me, it’s about that connection, which I can’t judge unless I meet the dog in person. I’m not sure that agreeing to take a dog in that I’ve never met is what works for me. Even with Küster, we knew we ended up going with the puppy who kept following Mr. Taleteller around in the yard.
I’m not sure if it’s because that’s the way that I’ve always done it that it works for me, or if I’ve just been lucky enough to find the magic formula early in my life. I’d love to hear about how everyone else out there has found their furry companions, though. I’m finding myself really curious about what works for everyone else. I just know that it’s always the eyes that get me, and I’ve had no regrets so far.