Pound Puppy

Recently I lost a dog. Maddy ran away from home with Rj. Rj came home, and Maddy didn't. I think someone took her in. At least I hope that's what happened. Ever since then, Rj has gone from depressed (Yes, you can tell) to bored and lonely.
The dog would come in from being outside and crap on the floor. TMI, I know.

Going to the pound twice a week made me start to think about the animals that end up there. Yes, it costs a little more than the SPCA, but it's also a kill shelter. If they don't get picked up by their owner or adopted within five days, they have to be put down. I decided to adopt a dog from them if the one I had picked out was still there on her "due date". The Due Date is the day on which the dog has to be picked up and taken home, adopted, or put down. It was kind of strange, knowing that if I didn't show there was a chance the dog was going to die.

I couldn't see her outside her pen prior to the adoption. It was a pot shot. Was she even a nice dog? How old was she? Is she spayed? Is she sick? I had no way of knowing. In that way, it was a lot scarier than adopting from the SPCA.

Adele, who as you've probably guessed, peed on the concrete on the way out. She was excited and nervous I think. She's only done it one more time since she's been here, when I was putting her out when she didn't want to go. I'm hoping we will get over that when she gets used to being home.

She's a bigger dog than I've ever had. I have no idea what breed she is, other than she's a terrier. She's solid black, except for some red highlights. She also has an unexplained as of yet desire to sleep curled up by my neck. We're working on that. That must end. Rj love her. He is absolutely sure she's just for him. So she is.