August 8 - Meeting Walter

Before taking a dog home, I knew Walter would want to meet him. I also valued his opinion as to the demeanor of the dog. So on Saturday, August 8, Walter met our future playmate. When we arrived at the shelter the cage was empty. I was a little concerned but thought that someone had him out walking. We noticed another dog in the cage next to "Eric's" but he appeared sad, depressed, and a little sick. Could that be "Eric"? Could a dog's personality change that much in one day? I called over an attendant and questioned him about our dog. He told me that "Eric" had a bad case of diarrhea and they retested him for Parvo which turned out negative. He did, however, have a virus and bad cough. He indeed was the pitiful little puppy in a strange cage. However, he came back to life when we placed him in is own cage and we climbed in with him. We were later told that he may not be able to have his surgery on Monday but we would be called as soon as the vet examined him.

Walter really liked "Eric" including his looks, demeanor, and size. He noticed, as I did, that we were about to get a lap dog, meaning that "Eric" thought he was a person and wanted to sit in a lap all the time. This, we knew, would have to change but it was so cute.

We decided to continue with the adoption and see what Monday brought. The next update will be how "Eric" became "Stevie."

August 7, 2009

Who would have thought that August 7, 2009 we would find our Stevie. My daughter and son-in-law went with me to the Wake County Animal Shelter to view dogs that were up for adoption. I've done this before but went home empty handed. I was searching for a pet who was lovable, medium build, and in need of a good home. All of a sudden, we came up to a cage that held a puppy named "Eric." He was a little brown dog that looked so much in need of love. Eric had been in the shelter about two weeks and had been picked up as a stray. We took him into the "Get to know you room" and played with him for several minutes. He didn't bark, had short hair, was playful, and very loving. He was the one. We were unable to take him home that day because he needed to be neutered so we put a hold on him. This meant that his surgery would be performed on Monday and we could bring him home on Tuesday. Sounded good to me but my husband had not met him yet.