I figured I would start things off with a post about my fur baby, Luna, as she was one of the main sources of inspiration for the blog in the first place. If you haven’t gotten a chance to check out my About page yet, I’ve written a brief summary of how/when/why I adopted Luna (if you don’t feel like sitting through another sappy dog adoption story, you can go check out the spark notes version there but to start things off I’ll recap the story with a tad more detail.
Lets back up to about a year ago, December 2015 I had been begging my boyfriend, Steven, on the daily to get a dog, literally sending him pictures of puppies for months, every day, about 24571 times a day. He is a dog lover, but he made it clear that he just wasn’t ready for the commitment yet that owning a dog entails. In retrospect, I totally get that; it’s not for the faint of heart. Regardless of that I was still determined to find the “perfect dog” – I scoured Petfinder.com, local shelter websites, and even Craigslist, for days and days. After hearing about my coworker’s positive experience with HADR (Houston Area Doberman Rescue) I decided to read up on the dogs they had available for adoption, and actually filled out an adoption application for a sweet mama black and tan dobie named Anja. Well, because of apartment complex restrictions, things didn’t work out. I was pretty bummed. Not necessarily heartbroken, but I had all the anticipation and excitement built up inside thinking I was getting a dog, only to have the rug pulled out from under me. I just chalked it up as “not meant to happen.”
I let a few weeks go by before letting myself get serious about looking again. My coworker (another overly obsessed dog parent) pestering me to adopt was still going on full force so it’s not like I entirely forgot about it. But in January (2016) I decided one Saturday (while Steven was at work, sneaky sneaky) that I’d go to a few Houston dog shelters to browse.
I remember being so nervous the entire day. I went to Smoothie King beforehand and had a Mango/Papaya smoothie (totes delish beeteedubs) and made my way over to PetSmart nearby to stock up on some essentials – leash/collar. I went to BARC and got a tour of the place, but was not expecting to become so sad and overwhelmed while there. For any Harry Potter fans out there, I can’t think of a better way to describe it than to compare it to being around dementors, it felt like all the happiness was being sucked out of the room. After browsing through 3 rooms with maybe 45 dogs in their own kennels, I was feeling pretty sad. It wasn’t easy seeing so many dogs in distress, depressed, lonely.
By the time I got to the 4th and final room, I was pretty sure that I’d be leaving BARC without a dog just because most of the dogs were half Pitbull and wouldn’t be allowed at our apartment (BS if you ask me). I opened the door and after walking past 5 kennels, I passed Luna’s, but had to take a double take, because I really didn’t understand how this dog wasn’t barking. Literally every dog I’d seen so far was barking and extremely vocal at the front of their cage. But this dog was quietly resting on her cot with a look of sadness on her face and it broke my heart. When she saw me come back to her kennel and talk to her, her little head perked up. She was the cutest thing I ever did see. I remember the moment I took this picture below; I knew I would end up coming home with this dog.
I took her out to play in a nearby courtyard and maybe it was a tad premature (hadn’t told Steven yet that I was for sure bringing a dog home, oops) but I told the volunteer who helped me with Luna that I was going to adopt this dog…and every time I have that Mango/Papaya smoothie from Smoothie King I get nostalgic thinking about the day I picked up my little Luna girl.
Luna has a quirky little personality that Steven and I have come to appreciate for lack of a better word. She’s ridiculously needy and is only happy when she has your undivided attention, snores worse than anyone I know, loves going to the park, and is as obsessed with ice cream as I am (#meant2be). She may only be half Vizsla but she’s definitely got the attitude of a full one. I’ve come to really appreciate the breed mainly because of how much love they are capable of giving and because of that, I’m so grateful that we found each other.