See Parts 1, Parts 2 and Parts 3 if you haven't already!
On Monday, I anxiously waited for lunch to come. I drove as fast as I could to animal control. When I got there, my grandmother was already waiting on me. I felt some of the anxiety melt away when I saw her car. I knew I was doing the right thing and had my family by my side!
We walked into the office area and once again explained the situation. I told the woman behind the desk (a different one this time, THANK GOD! This one was actually nice.) that I wanted to make sure my information was with the correct dog. They told me I could walk back into the shelter and confirm it was the dog I brought in.
Our animal control had different sections. One of them was the office area where the business was handled. Another was a play room with a door to the yard where people who were adopting could play with potential adoptees. Another area is where the adoptable dogs are kept. They are healthy and happy. The last section is for dogs that are waiting on owners to claim them, are sick or are waiting to be put down.
Ok, guys. I am warning you. Do not, EVER go back into that last section. Just don't do it. I opened the door and started walking through, desperately searching for our little girl. I passed a gorgeous bulldog, some puppies and a dog that broke my heart. He was laying on the cold, concrete floor with more sadness in his eyes than I have ever seen. He looked like he had been beaten really badly. Swollen eyes, bloody face and that sadness. God those eyes killed me. I just had to keep walking. I reached the last cage and there she was! My sweetie was there! I pointed to her and told the woman that was the dog I brought in. She looked at the number on the cage and we walked back to the office area. I couldn't bring myself to look at the other dogs again.
Once we were in the office, she pulled out my file and confirmed they did the have my information attached to the correct dog. They said it was a male which I still didn't believe, but what could I say? Then they told me something I never expected to hear. They said the owner of the dog had signed her over to the shelter. He actually drove to animal control and signed her over to them. What did that mean? That meant I could pick her up that day!!!! I was absolutely thrilled. I called JJ and told him what had happened and he said he agreed I should get her and bring her home until we found someone to adopt her. I was so excited!
I left work a little early and headed to pick her up. She was still covered in poop so the first thing I did was take her to get a bath. She was terrified but I tried talking to her and gave her lots of biscuits. We got home and introduced her to Piper. For the first week or so, Piper was pissed at us. Seriously. She gave us dirty looks and refused to come to us when we called her. I was really upset and told JJ we needed to find her a new home ASAP. However, the longer we kept her, the more we fell in love with her (btw, it was a female. I have no idea why the shelter kept insisting she was a he. We also discovered she was only 8 months old. She was just a puppy and had already been through so much!). Eventually, Piper fell in love with her too. Now, they play all the time and will cry if they are separated. I seriously cannot imagine my life without her. She has such a huge personality and makes me laugh every day. Guys, I really love her.
So, I would now like to introduce our new girl, Lexy.