Today was a nice lazy day. We bummed around the house and played some video games. Don’t get me wrong, it was super nice. We cracked jokes, gave lots of hugs and ate some tasty food. The day was missing something though. Well, really the day was missing someone. A certain furry faced fluffy someone.
Five years ago Tony and I adopted a puppy. We hadn’t planned on bringing home a puppy that day but something just seemed so right that we went with it. I have to say, all else aside, he was (and still is) the best dog I ever met.
The rescue agency we adopted him from recommended a two week trial period before finalizing the adoption. It was a requirement and it seemed like a logical one so we went with it. I was nervous about having a puppy but we both had already fallen hook, line, and sinker for this not-so-little guy. I had finally filled that hole in my heart with fluff and puppy kisses. I couldn’t see how there would be anything to change our minds about this guy.
Well, to make a long story short, the adoption didn’t work out. The puppy was amazing and we loved him with all our hearts (still do in fact). We just weren’t able to provide him with nearly enough attention. We gave as many walks and play sessions as we could each day (morning, mid-day, afternoon, evening, and night), but it was clear our new friend needed A LOT more than that. What had seemed like a calm, casual sort of pup was actually quite the athlete in training. He would have been an amazing candidate for agility training… which was something none of us had pegged him for during the adoption process.
With heavy hearts and more than a few buckets of tears we returned our new pal to the agency. We provided the agency with a glowing review of his house manners, train-ability, and various other shining qualities. We also let the agency in on his secret athleticism. As it turns out, the agency had a prospective family they thought would be the perfect fit. We turned to say our last good-byes only to see our puppy pal already showering his new family with kisses as they discussed all the wonderful activities they’d be doing with their new friend.
As sad as I still am thinking back on the situation, I am so happy those other adopters were there that day. We were very lucky to see him find his new family and there is no doubt in my mind that “our” little pup has grown into a wonderful dog who adores them. I can only imagine all of the amazing adventures they have gone on in the past 5 years.
Here’s to you Brownie. Hope you’re having a ball.
With Love, Mia
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