Our previous post was advice on how to prepare for your new furry family member. Here's the story of how we finally found Gryffindor!
When my girlfriend had hand surgery, we knew she would have some downtime. Loooooots of downtime. Turns out, breaking your hand makes it near impossible to work, cook or drive, let alone take a shower or get dressed. Fortunately, I worked a very flexible job, and took time off to become Mr. Mom. With both of us home all day, we decided that this would be the best opportunity to get our new puppy, because we could devote the time and energy (and love!) he needed.
Over the course of about a week, we visited all the local rescues, shelters, and dog pounds. What an eye-opening experience! Sadly, at the county shelter, the dogs were essentially kept in a concrete holding cell. The good news, however, is that due to spaying and neutering efforts, the number of intakes has plummeted, allowing for less crowded facilites, and a better opportunity that one of those dogs gets adopted. Unfortunately, our goal was to get a puppy, and at the time, there were none to be found.
Before moving on, we stumbled upon a beautiful black dog, young enough for us to consider adopting, but showing an odd tick. The dog moved about normally, and was clearly in high spirits, but every 5 seconds appeared to flinch. When asked about it, the adoption coordinator explained that this was a neurological condition, due to an infection received when the dog was a baby. While the dog was expected to live a full life, our greatest fear was that we would fail to adequately provide for a special needs dog. Fortunately, the adoption coordinator was very protective of this pup, and ensured us that she would only be adopted by a family truly prepared to meet her needs.
After feeling a bit discouraged by the limited selection at each shelter, we decided to try one more, just a bit farther outside the city. Lo and behold, we found so many dogs to choose from, we couldn't decide! Across several litters of puppies, we watched and waited, deliberated, second-guessed ourselves, and started all over again. For literally hours, we walked back and forth, observed their interactions, and imagined our adult dog's reaction. What a difficult decision!
We narrowed our choices down to three dogs, and we asked an employee, "Which puppy is the perfect one?". "They all are," she replied, "they're basically blank slates". Can you believe it?!? After all that deliberation!!
Finally, the deciding factor for Gryffindor was his personality. "Blank slate" as he may be, he definitely appeared to play well with other puppies, play well with humans, and appeared all-around well adjusted. And the eye contact! Of all the dogs we saw, Gryffindor was the only one to make prolonged eye contact, as though he had already imprinted on us! Who can deny a dog like that? When we brought him home, our older dog loved him immediately, and acted as though he had fathered his own progeny!
Also as an update, because my honeybun has such a big heart, she continued to check in on the black dog. After two days, she saw she had been adopted into a well-qualified home :)