May 22, 2009 12:22 am
When I first met Jamie, he didn’t know if he ever wanted marriage or kids. He didn’t even want pets. Within several weeks of dating, his tune changed and he decided that those were things he wanted with the right person. He even thought that person was me and we tied the knot two years later. Yup, I’m that good. A few months after moving in together, I decided that “we” should get a puppy. Jamie was leery of the plan but he went along since it was what I wanted.
A few days after receiving Operation Puppy green light, I started my search. I was sitting in my cubicle at work looking at the local animal services website when I saw the most adorable puppies for adoption. I rushed over on my lunch break to check them out and it was love at first sight. I made an excited call to Jamie to get final approval and then I was on my way to becoming a new parent. This was before I hit a glitch in my plan.
Let’s back up here, this wasn’t actually my first go around as a pet owner. In college, I had three cats who were basically my first kids. When I moved home for a year and a half after graduation, my three joined my parent’s two and it became a five cat household. I thought my parents would be glad to be rid of them when I finally moved back out but instead my mom got weepy over the idea of the cats and I both moving out. To lessen the sting, I left the cats for a little bit longer. Then a little longer after that. Then I became a dog person.
When I went to fill out the adoption papers, they asked if I had any other pets. “Great”, I thought, “They’ll see that I have cats and tell me if this breed is good with cats!”. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Instead, they demanded to see my cat’s shot records before they would consider allowing me to adopt the puppy. My former cats didn’t have their shots and didn’t even live with me anymore. I tried to explain all of that to the animal services people but they weren’t having any of it. I needed shot records or I was shit out of luck.
I rushed out of there determined to find a solution and make that dog mine. I couldn’t have Jamie try since we had the same address and they were onto me. So I did what any sane human being would do, I phoned a friend. I called my friend Lori and asked her to come down there and adopt a dog for me. Lori, my friend who hates dogs. After work, we all met up there to carry out the plan. I stayed in the parking lot as to not foil the plan. Things were right on track until the fucking people in front of us asked to see the puppy. My puppy. Those assholes fell in similar (but not as deep) love with the puppy and snatched him right up. Their other pets must have had current vaccinations.
Lori called me from inside to ask what I wanted to do. I mentioned another dog, my first runner up. Lori and Jamie took him outside to play in the potential adoptive parent’s play area. He immediately started play biting Jamie’s shoes and I could see (from the parking lot) Jamie falling for him. We brought home Runner Up and welcomed him into our family. The moral of the story is that you should always phone a friend when it comes to your local animal shelter’s adoption policies. Also, you might want to consider settling for your second choice since it sometimes works out in the end.
Oh yeah, we have another dog too but she’s a huge bitch and doesn’t deserve any blog time. She already had an entire post dedicated to her way back when and that stupid post started HASAY. Can you see why I might not like her after that?
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