I have a problem with shelter dogs. I’m not talking about the puppies, I mean dogs. The ones who go without a look because they aren’t six weeks old. The one who is quiet as can be in the very back, looking at you with these eyes you know you can’t live without. So, you do don’t. You bring them home and then they escape from their kennel, eat your garbage can and destroy your favorite shoes. They get on the bed when they’re not supposed to, leave fur everywhere and have no idea what their name is. The problem with shelter dogs is you give them 16 nicknames for their different personality traits, because you can never stick to just one. The problem with shelter dogs is you never got to see them stumble around as a puppy, learning how to play with toys and other dogs twice their size. You watch them learn tricks while knocking crap off the coffee table with their tail and crawl across the floor with their front two paws when they get excited. The problem is you wake up one day with your bed covered in dog fur with their head on your chest (they’re probably snoring) and you have to wake them up to go to work. The problem with shelter dogs is you don’t know where they came from, so you don’t know their past, bloodline or parents. The problem with shelter dogs is sometimes all of those plans you made don’t get to happen. You don’t get 8-10-12 years of cuddles and fur covered black clothes. Because sometimes when they are born something goes wrong and there’s no way to know, until it’s too late. You wake up one day, today specifically, and realize that they won’t be tearing through the yard after a squirrel anymore. Because today you had to say goodbye. The problem with shelter dogs is they love you unconditionally, and you can only hope they know how much they are loved back. Today, one day turns into their last. That’s the real problem with shelter dogs, is that sometimes you just don’t get enough time.
Safe crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, my Nala Lue. 🐶🌈