This past Sunday the boy and I went to the Boston Terrier rescue volunteer’s house to meet our prospective Boston Terrier. We’re adopting from MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue that serves 11 states: CO, NE, KS, MO, IA, WY, ND, SD, UT, and AR. They have volunteers in each state who help run the rescue, foster dogs, place those dogs, etc. The Colorado volunteer, Jami, said she had a dog she thought would fit well with us and invited us to her home to meet him. The boy and I got off to a harried start (me, as usual, running late) but got there right on time and were welcomed by Jami with open arms. She invited us into the backyard where her Bostons (Morgan and Dillon) and our prospective boy, Slater, were all playing. It was definitely love at first sight – Slater is just the most handsome, sweetest dog I’ve ever seen! I couldn’t get enough of him.
We spent some time with Slater, trying to take things slow since Jami had told us he’d had a rough start. He came from a family in Kansas who’d neglected him (let him run wild, over-disciplined him). The animal shelter close to the family’s house had picked him up a few times and asked the family to keep a closer eye on him. After he landed in the shelter a few times (being brought in by volunteers who were afraid he’d be hit by a car), the family eventually said they didn’t want him back and the shelter connected with MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue to find the guy a new home. Thank goodness for shelters and rescues!
Slater didn’t seem to hold it against anyone and happily sat in the yard while I scratched his head and eventually laid down so I could rub his belly. I said, “for getting off to a rough start, he sure is sweet.” Jami responded with, “he’ll lay like that forever if you let him. He’s a real ham.” It was then that it sealed the deal for the boy and me – we would rename him Hamlet. A new name and a new lease on life.
Jami recommended that we take him for a walk (woohoo!) at the park down the street. We drove him over there (it wasn’t far away but we didn’t want to wear him out) and let him sniff and search to his delight. He was great in the car (hopped right in) and on the leash. We had walked for about 15 minutes when Slater-soon-to-be-Hamlet hit a wall and seemed very tired. At this point we were happy we drove the couple of blocks to the park so we wouldn’t return with a totally pooped pooch.
Back at Jami’s house we dicussed all of the details of soon-to-be-Hamlet’s adoption and she told us about his personality while we played with the dogs. Jami will drop him off with us this Sunday and there is a two week trial period to make sure that the dogs likes us and we like him (how could we not LOVE him?!) and everything works. I can’t say enough nice things about Jami and feel so lucky that our pooch is in her care until we get to bring him home. Jami said he’s not 100% potty trained so we’ll need to continue to work on that and be very gentle and patient since he was treated harshly in the past. They think soon-to-be-Hamlet is about ten months old but he doesn’t act much like a puppy; his old family must have scared it out of him.
Now I’m counting the hours until we bring him home and until then am passing the time looking at the pictures we snapped at the park and a few more Jami took in her backyard.
What about you? Any fun stories of meeting your pooch for the first time? Maybe he peed on you at the shelter and you knew it was meant to be. Or was there a little lady who was so excited to see you that you just couldn’t pass her up? Do tell!