On Friday the local humane society put out a plea for people to consider adopting a dog, as they were seriously overrun between two litters of puppies and an inordinate number of strays. They were on the news again yesterday, saying the response was good, but there were still good dogs that might have to be euthanized.
So kind of against my best judgement I went on their website last night--more than two pages of dogs. And there in the middle was a lovely fellow, who had not found a home because he is nine years old.
I went out after church today. I looked at him, he looked at me, and as a result, he is now curled up in the hallway. He is an Australian Shepherd with a lovely thick coat, bright brown eyes, and a lovely face. His name is Sparky at the moment, which I don't think does him justice, but i am not sure whether at this point in his life he would want a change. We're thinking about that If the walk he demanded we go on despite the wind chill and blowing snow is an indication, he has plenty of energy, but is well mannered on the leash.
It is going to be lovely to come home to a dog again. (I just checked--the shelter is down to one page of dogs. Sometimes people are just good.)
Dawne