On the following Saturday we headed out to look at dogs at the No Kill Shelter. Normally we go to pet stores just to look, get ideas on the breed we like and to let the girls get used to dogs. The shelter was awesome, clean, and organized. As we started to look, they explained that the puppies were on the left and the big dogs were on the right; we went left.
Having previously had a small size breed and knowing we were going to live on acreage, we knew that we wanted a dog that was a middle size breed and we definitely wanted a no shed dog. There were a lot of options at the shelter but of course every dog was a 'shedder', but we kept looking.
We found the cutest dog; it was white with black spots. They called her 'Dot'. We decided to see how she would act when we held her. She was so calm and relaxed.
Yep, we adopted her. She won us over in 15 minutes. I'll admit it, we are weak.
We had good times and she had good qualities, unfortunately, over time, too many 'issues' started to arise. Our new house did not have a proper gate to hold an animal, so we would have Lola returned to us by neighbors. (SN- our neighbors are not in arm's reach) When the UPS man would drop off packages, if I did not have time or an opportunity to restrain Lola, she would literally chase the UPS truck down the road.
(WARNING-- THIS PART IS GROSS) Disgustingly, the straw that broke the camel's back was when Lola started to throw up huge piles of yuck all over the house and yard. At first we thought she got into something or ate too fast but it kept happening at least 2 times a day (that we knew of). One day my husband decided to 'examine' her yuck and almost made a yuck of his own. I will not say what he discovered but I will provide a link:
So with that said, we had to begin leaving her outside until bedtime and hope she did not run off. Then when she was inside we had to keep more eyes on her than we did on our own kids. After a few weeks of this we decided it was time to contact the shelter and ask if we could return her.
THANK, GOD, THEY SAID 'YES'!
I think I have come to the conclusion and acceptance that I am not a dog person. Even though I grew up with a lot of dogs, I think that motherhood changed me and made me not have patience for dogs.
My husband, notice I did not say 'me', had a twinge of guilt for returning her, but it was quite a sight to see the deer, squirrels, birds, and country cats come out and celebrate when they realized that crazy dog was gone.
YES, THAT'S A DEER LEG!
Written by: Aimee Fauci