We weren’t going to adopt a new dog until after the holidays. We were looking specifically for an older female, small-to-medium in size, who would not completely disrupt my writing, but would help get me out and walking every day again.
He was at the Petsmart, where we were looking at the other adoptables, figuring it would take a long while to find “the perfect dog” for us. But he took one look up at us, and we knew. Spousal unit and I both fell in love with him immediately. And Dash, well, he loves everyone.
Yes, Dash is young–about 9 months. And Dash is a male. Dash is small, though. And as a boxer/Boston terrier mix, he couldn’t help but melt our hearts (we’ve had and loved boxers before, but didn’t want such a large, energetic dog now that we don’t have a fenced yard). Energy he has in spades. We have to take his toys away before he’ll pause to eat! So much for meeting expectations. But he’s wonderful, and 2 days later, we’re still so glad we found him.
Just, um, wish me luck finishing the novel on time. I’m going to be more than usually distracted 🙂