One day, back in the dark ages of 2010, my husband called me from work. One of his coworkers wanted to rehome his two dogs. His coworker worked two jobs and his kids were typical teens, barely ever home. The coworker felt they deserved better. Of course, my husband was calling about us only taking one.
Unfortunately, by this point my husband had made two mistakes:
#1- He told me there were two dogs.
#2- He told me that his coworker was going to return them to the shelter (where he had adopted them) if he did didn’t find them homes.
A couple of whiny “Are you sure we can’t take both?”s later… Romeo and Juliet came to live with us. But we had to promise that we wouldn’t change their names. Ironically, the coworker had changed Juliet’s name (Simone). We, of course, agreed to the stipulation. All our adopted animals keep their names. For us it is a badge of honor.
Romeo is a terrier-shepherd mix and the older of the two. He cannot get enough pets. I’ve tried to fulfill his need, we all have, and not once has it ever been enough. He’s also far from the sharpest Crayola in the box. See him on the railing in that picture? After he got up there, he couldn’t figure out how to get down despite the table and two benches right there.
Juliet is the younger of the two. She is a through and through husky. She loves the snow, long walks, rubs against people’s legs like a cat, and is quite smart. While her right eye is entirely blue, her left is half blue and half brown.
Care to share a pet adoption story with me?
Do you have a favorite dog breed?