Growing up, I always had a dog. First it was Nike and then Scout came along while I was in fifth grade. When I moved out of my parents house I initially wanted to get a dog right away, but I just couldn’t find THE dog. But then something magical happened and the rest is history as they say. Adopt a Dog: How I Met My Best Friend.
In the universal cat vs. dog debate, I’ve always been team dog. Growing up, Nike and Scout were the best of dogs. I love each of them for different reasons, and making the decision to put either of them down is still one of the hardest choices I’ve had to make.
But, there’s something to be said for the first dog that you get in your adult life.
Because they are yours, and only yours.
I’d been looking for a dog for a while, I’ve always wanted a lab, mostly because I just think they are the cutest dogs. But did I want one for $1,200? Not really. Especially when there were plenty of puppies that needed to be adopted and needed good homes.
So, I began stalking all the humane society websites. Each day I would scroll through the different dogs they had up on the websites looking for the dog that belonged to me.
Puppies are easy to adopt out, the older dogs seem to stay for forever. Finding a lab in a sea of dogs was proving to be harder than I thought it was going to be.
But then one Tuesday, I clicked over to the Humane Societies website and there she was, one of the last puppies listed on the website, but she was there.
I literally threw on the closest clothing I could find and drove up to the Humane Society. Apparently, they had 32 puppies dropped off the previous night, so it was the craziest I had ever seen the place.
But I patiently waited, and after what felt like hours, I got to meet her.
She was all of 7 pounds, fresh out of the Walmart parking lot she had been living in for what looked like weeks. They told me she was super nervous with all the previous people who had visited with her.
But not with me.
She walked right over to me, crawled into my lap and licked me.
I immediately asked them to put together the adoption paperwork. She stayed snuggled up in my arms as I filled everything out. The absolutely hardest part of all of this was having to leave her again.
The great thing about the humane society is that they spay/neuter your pets for you, so that’s not anything that you have to worry about. But because she hadn’t gone through the surgery yet AND she wasn’t 8 weeks until the next day, I had to leave her there overnight.
I left work early the next day, and went straight to pick her up. I had already gotten the puppy supplies the night before, so I was able to go and snag her.
When she came running over to me, all drugged up and happy to see me, I knew that I made the right choice.
And the rest, well, it’s history? We’ve been best friends for close to two years now.
I’m a huge advocate for adopting your pets, rather than shopping. Humane Societies do amazing work. They save all the unwanted animals and try to find them better homes.
I could have gone out and spent $1,200 and gotten a chocolate lab. But I chose instead to resuce a puppy that no one else wanted, and to give them a second chance at life.
You never know what could happen, it might take you months to find the right animal, but saving a life never get’s old.
And who knows, you just might find your best friend after all.