Not a week ago, I said to Bill “we should adopt an older dog as a buddy for Diesel…”
We talked about it, but didn’t immediately do anything about it. Yesterday morning I picked a local newspaper I walk past several times a day on the newsstand. There on the bottom of a random page, in nothing more than two inches of black and white print was the photo of a dog. My dog. At that moment he wasn’t my dog, but I knew he was meant to be.
The dog in the photo was a survivor of a local hoarding case. At just seven years old, “Buddy” was missing an eye as well as completely deaf. He was perfect! Diesel also has a bad eye, and likes to sleep a lot. They were a match.
I went down to the shelter, and fell instantly in love. I sent Bill a picture. He asked whose dog that was. I replied “hopefully ours” and Bill just said “ok.” The shelter wouldn’t let me take him home without doing a meet and greet with all the dogs. It broke my heart to leave him over night, but less than 24 hours later, Buddy and Diesel were best friends. It was like Diesel knew he needed to take Buddy under his wing.
We loaded all the dogs in the truck, and brought Buddy home to possibly the first home he ever has had. He did some exploring, and settled in. I hope he knows we already love him.
Finding his “spot”…
This is the one…..
How do you not love this sweet baby??? I hate how he was abused, I’m mad he sat at the shelter for over a month, and no one showed any interest in him. I’m overjoyed he’s in our lives.