I took Floyd (the stray cat) to a local shelter today. It was time…no one wanted him, and I wasn’t about to ask Rachel and Kevin, since they have 8 cats, some of them temporary, some not. While I was at the shelter, I decided to look at the dogs.
I looked at all the dogs, and also peeked in the cat room.
They have so many animals. My heart kept getting lodged up in my throat.
But something made me go back into the dog room.
As I walked down the aisle, I noticed a dog that had not been there a few minutes ago.
*Insert dreamy, lovey music*
Warning: I took these pictures with my camera phone, and I don’t know how to enlarge them. But you will get the idea.
It was like a very skinny Chet Baker
, staring out through the bars of the cage.
I asked the staff to bring him to a “Get acquainted” room.
I sat down on the floor as he came in, and he proceeded to climb into my lap, put his paws around my neck and placed his chin on my shoulder. Then he sighed.
About that time Geoff called, wondering where I was. I told him what was up, and to his credit, he didn’t yell or faint.
How to describe this small package of dog love? He is, as I said above, very skinny. He was a stray, about 2 years old and unaltered (read male genitalia intact) and dirty.
But I didn’t really see that. He is sweetness incarnate. Some kids came down the hall with us and this little guy was a mess of wiggles, trying to kiss them. Sigh.
Tomorrow he is going to the vet, and they will check him out for heartworm (he hasn’t been at the shelter long enough for them to do that) and see if he has enough weight to neuter him. Then, if we wish, he’s ours.
I will delete any comments that state that we are crazy or stupid for maybe having another dog. I am happy and in love. I’m not hearing anything else.