“I’m just going to look.” That’s what I told my husband before leaving the house that cold, wintery morning. The weather wasn’t great, but the roads were being treated and since my To Do List had nothing to do, I decided to take my 13 year old daughter for a 1+ hour road-trip to Georgetown, KY for a pet adoption hosted by a local rescue center.
During our drive and before entering the gymnasium where the Adopt-a-thon was being held, I repeated to my daughter what I had told my husband “we are just looking, please do not get too excited”.
Well, we got excited! We were excited as soon as our foot stepped into the gymnasium for we were surrounded with the faces of the lost, abandoned, unloved, homeless pets that you could tell simply by looking into their eyes that they were crossing their tails hoping for a family to call their own.
Dogs of all sizes, all breeds, and all personalities were on display and my first thought was “where do we begin?”
We walked and talked and petted and cuddled every single dog at this event, but there was one dog in particular who touched me, literally.
He was the last dog in the long line of cages. He was so small that he could have easily been overlooked. From a distance, I noticed a family was letting him out of his cage so that they could get to know him, see how well he related to their kids. But this dog had something, or should I say someone else; on his mind. While the family tried to coax him to them, he proceeded to walk with absolute determination towards me and sat right down in my lap.
Of course I cooed, and kissed and petted this sweet, young thing. His coat was a beautiful caramel latte color, his feet were covered in white socks, his tail looked as if it had been dipped in paint and his eyes, well; they were mesmerizing!
He spoke to me with those eyes. His eyes told me I was his person. And just like that, I became a dog owner!
