Disneyland1084
OH PLEASE SOMEBODY TELL ME!
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My husband and I adopted an adorable two month old terrier/daschund mix from the pound three years ago. He has brought so much joy to our lives. To tell the story I need to go back three years before we got him. We were busy moving into a new house. My husband took a walk one day in his sister's neighborhood which isn't far from our house. He walks by a man walking his Harlequin Great Dane. They stop and talk and he pets the dog. I know Great Danes in general are sweet, gentle and loyal dogs. My husband just fell in love with him. After that he wanted a Great Dane SOOOO bad. I didn't because of the size of that dog. I love dogs of all shapes and sizes, but I think a Border Collie is the maximum size dog I'd be willing to get. Anyway, my husband begged me for so long to get a Great Dane. I kept saying no. His sister had recently adopted a lab from the pound. I finally suggested we go to the pound and see what we can find. I wasn't able to walk through the front door until the fourth visit because I kept breaking down into tears. I'm so emotional when it comes to animals. Anyway, we walked through the pound and saw all the various dogs. We went to the puppy section and fell in love with what is now our sweet dog. After only a few days of owning him my husband told me he no longer wanted a Great Dane. What a relief that was! I might be willing to get one SOME day, but ONLY if we have a big enough yard for it. I'd love to hear animal adopting stories!
As I walked by the cage he was in, his paw shot out and he grabbed my coat to drag me over. We found the orange tiger that I wanted but I never forgot Chester. About a week later I decided to volunteer and it was my job to take photos of the animals and put them up around town. Chester was featured 3 times but still no one wanted him.
My 21 year old cat had just died and I was walking half-heartedly through the shelter. I saw a tabby cat named "Nancy" and took her out of the cage and picked her up. I held her and she seemed sweet. I put her back and she freaked out. She dumped all of the food and water out of the dishes and tore up the paper. She was banging on the cage door. I took her out again and she sat on my lap quietly.
I filled out 10 pages of paperwork, had to have 3 references call, had to prove my parents (where I was living) owned their home....then, I finally got approved!
I went back into the pet area and someone else had my Al!!
I pointed and yelled, "That's MY cat!!!" and ran over and grabbed Al out of the arms of this poor unsuspecting woman.

She was full of worms and just in sad shape. About two weeks after we got her, she started throwing up and got diarrhea, so I took her to a vet who said she had parvo. Well, she did survive it, but before that I called the pound to tell them about it, they told me they had to put the whole litter to sleep and to bring her in so they could put her to sleep too. Oh no!