Saturday we began our dog adventure by traveling to Huntley,
Illinois to the Animal House Pet Shelter.
We were to meet Emily a part golden retriever. We parked the car and entered the building
and I was really turned off by the smell.
The cat house was right next to the office and the place reeked of cat
urine. Sorry, cat lovers, but the
hubster and I are both allergic and the smell repulses both of us. It was not a good first impression.
The girl at the desk told us the foster family had not
arrived with Emily and so we took seats and sat until the hubster decided he
had to have some fresh air. I was just
about to join him when a blue vehicle pulled up with a white looking dog in the
back. I just knew it was Emily.
I walked over to the door and the girl who was walking the
dogs asked if I was there to see a dog and I told her we were meeting Emily and
asked if she thought that was the dog in the aforementioned vehicle. She said it was and I proceeded to ask her a
bunch of questions. “Does she walk well? Is she a nice girl?” She said only positive things about little
Emily.
The hubster came back to the door and I walked out and said,
“She is here.” I pointed to the vehicle
and a guy was letting the dog out of the car.
I walked over and introduced myself to Steve, the foster dad of Emily.
I was taken by how much she looked just like the photos we
had seen of her. She is mostly white
with a few blotched markings over her body.
She has a dot on her forehead just like my little Jessie dog had.
I was slow to hold out my hand to her and Steve suggested
that I squat down and talk to her. He
told us that she was afraid of most men and suspected that a man had once
abused her. The hubster was
standoffish. We went inside and visited
for a bit and Steve suggested we go outside where we could get some fresh air
and see how she behaved outside.
Steve said not to let her near other dogs as she was unsure
of herself around them. She was very shy and stayed close to Steve. I walked her around the grass area and then
the hubster walked her a little. We went
to a fenced area to get to know her better and to play.
Steve left to let us be alone with her. She stayed by the fence where he had left and
kept looking for him the entire time.
The hubster tried to encounter her but she just moved away. I tried to get her to play but she was only
interested in Steve.
I told the hubster I was not sure about her and maybe we
should go inside and ask about other dogs.
We did just that and told Steve we were not sure. All the dogs we asked about were either shier
than Emily or had been adopted previously.
I told the hubster that we should not let her go. I really liked her and she was warming up to
me.
Several volunteers came out to see Emily for she had been at
a foster home for over two weeks but had lived at the shelter for several
years. The hubster filled out paper work
and paid the fee for Emily. All the
volunteers loved on Emily and she was so sweet with all of them. I knew we had made the right decision.
We exchanged collars and leashes and we bought a bag of dog
food that she was accustomed to and off we went. We had brought an old quilt which we spread
on the back seat. Emily jumped excitedly
into the car and immediately went into the front seat. I could feel the hubster cringe as she walked
on his leather seat.
Steve said, “I believe she wants to ride shotgun.”
“Oh no she isn’t,” the hubster declared. I climbed into the back seat and called her
to me. She came right back and I had her
sit down on the quilt. Off we went to
take her home.
She rode in the car well.
She didn’t get sick, and I was so relieved. At one point she crawled into my lap with her
front paws. I petted her during the
whole trip and told her what a beauty was.
When we got home, I walked her around the yard to let her go
potty. She is not much of a pee
maker. A little squirt here and
there. We went into the house and I
walked her around on her leash to show her her new home.
The first night was pretty scary but she slept in the bed
between us and slept all night long. We
went on our first walk together after the rain stopped. Jessie would never walk in the rain. I called her “Princess Dry Paws.” Emily had no problem with that at all.
We came across two little girls in the neighborhood who had
come to visit Jessie when she was very ill.
They had brought her “get well” cards.
They dropped their bikes and came to pet Emmie. Emmie allowed them to pet her a bit but I
heard a distinct growl from her. I told
the girls it was enough and maybe next time she would be nice. We were told she bit a child and that is why
she was taken to the shelter.
I went to my Zumba class on Tuesday and when I got home
Emmie came running to greet me and then ran to get Mr. Squeeky Toy. My heart just melted. She really liked me.
Emmie has taught me to play Frisbee. I am the worst Frisbee thrower in the
world. I threw the first five into my
garden. Emmie jumped right over and got
the thing and jumped right back out. She
can really jump high. I must get a hula
hoop.
Emmie is a good walking partner. She walks at my side and only occasionally
pulls forward. She is a strange
pottier. She squirts out a little pee
here and there. She has only pooped
while on our walks. She must want to
keep our yard clean. I must remember to
carry a plastic bag.
It is day four and she still is not warming to the hubster
but he is feeding her now and hopefully, she will become his buddy too.
We are off to the vet today.
The vet’s name is Emily also. I
hope to get a good report and I pray that she is nice to the vet’s employees.
She sleeps at my feet while I computerize.