For the past three or so months Rob and I have had the pleasure of puppy sitting for my sister.
This is Kona. She is the sweetest, most gentle, loving, cuddly dog I have ever met. With being home since the beginning of July each day on summer break, Kona and I were able to spend tons of time together and get lots of cuddles in.
I became crazily attached. I didn’t know you could love an animal like that and become so attached that they become part of your family.
When my sister took her back in the beginning of August, I was sad. Seriously, I cried. When Rob saw how sad I was he decided that we needed a dog.
After breakfast last Friday morning, we went to the Humane Society down the street and played with a couple of dogs that we were interested in. I forgot to take pictures of the pups to remember them while we mulled it over, I was just so excited to be there.
First things first, the Humane Society is GORGEOUS. We pulled up to the building and Rob remarked at how pretty the outside of the building was.
We walked in, it looked like we were in a hotel lobby, and spoke to the receptionist and all she could say were wonderful things about the new building. How the animals have big living quarters and how well taken care of they are. She was excited for our entire experience and showed us how the process worked. We walked through the different rooms of dogs, who were all behind glass doors, and wrote down the dogs name/code of those that we wanted to meet.
I wanted a dog like Kona. Mild tempered, not too excited or jumpy, loving and cuddly, and that doesn’t bark too much. (sounds like the perfect dog doesn’t it?). We found one that we really liked, Charlie. He was mild tempered for the most part, loved to be pet and was loving. He just LOVED to jump on people and had a bit too much energy for my liking. Probably because he was cooped up in a kennel all day but ya know first impressions.
We left the Humane society and went on with our fun-filled date day talking about Charlie and whether or not we wanted to go back and get him. We would obviously have to change the name, my fathers name is Charles/Charlie and thats just weird, but he was the perfect size and was sweet. Saturday morning we woke up and talked more about going back to get him. Something was holding me back though. It was probably just the sheer fear of committing to owning a dog, but I was still unsure about it. I was on Facebook and decided to go to the page of a local rescue group that I follow. I went on the page and scrolled through their feed of dogs that were found lost and trying to reconnect with their owners. Then I stopped on one pup that was shown severely skinny and sad.
A local woman had posted on how she had found this puppy a year ago, took her in and gave her vaccinations and back to good health. She then found a family to adopt her and thought all was well. She would periodically check in on the puppy to say hi and make sure all was still well. Last week when she went by, almost a year since the family had her, she found her in bad condition. She was malnourished, abused, dirty, scared, and tired. She told the family she was taking her and they didn’t seem to care. She was nursing her back to health for the past week and was trying to find her a new forever home to live in.
I showed the post to Rob and commented on how sad it was and how cute this little girl was. He agreed and asked if I wanted to meet her. We called the good samaritan lady up and she told us how she had just put her in a foster family home but would try and bring her by later that day to meet us.
We call her Lady Lucy for this cute little pose she gives when she lays down.
It was love at first sight. We knew we wanted to keep her from the few moments we had with her and she officially became ours on Sunday morning.
The sweetest, most gentle, loving dog there is. (Another Kona!)
She is the perfect dog. She loves to be loved, and fed of course.
She will eat us out of house and home if we let her but for now we are doing our best to keep her food intake regulated and not get too much at once.
The only time we have heard her bark so far was at Ripley, our cat, when he hissed at her and she was not having it. Then again at 5:00am in the morning from downstairs to go out.
She is terrified of the car, and of our stairs. She refuses to go near each one. But she loves her bed and she loves her new home.
We are so happy to have our new family member. We took her around to our families on Sunday for everyone to meet her and they all have fallen in love. Rob’s Nana and mom tried to fatten her up as much as possible resulting in Lucy not wanting to leave, I don’t blame her!
I can’t wait to see how cute she is all fattened up and healthy!