|Barked: Wed Jan 23, '13 3:30pm PST |
Honestly, I'm not sure what happened when it came to getting Rigby.
I knew I would be moving out in the near future when I started looking for Rigby. I also knew that Cobain would be coming with me, but Oz would stay with my parents. So I was looking to get a companion to Cobain to help the move go a little smoother for him. - But I didn't want a puppy.
My criteria for a dog didn't actually include sports really.
I wanted a female just smaller than Cobain, and was a herding breed/mix. (Though that in itself I suppose leads to a sporty type dog)
One that looked like she could keep up with him in the woods, but would serve as a playmate to Oz (Cobain doesn't play).
I sifted through Petfinder for months, but no dog really "stood out" and those that did were too far away and wouldn't adopt to me because of that.
Then I saw the ears.
And suddenly everything else melted into the background. That was my dog, I didn't care about her temperament or what she found "fun" I was going to do whatever it took to integrate this dog into my household.
The shelter didn't know much about her, she was a stray, "might" be good at agility, maybe 3 years old?, barker, untrustworthy off leash (as she was a stray afterall), not a very people oriented dog....
She was mine.
Not entirely sure what it was about her, but I had wool over my eyes. Nothing that could have been said or done was going to deter me at that point. It worked out quite well for the both of us thankfully
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