My
fiance (who is now my husband) and I decided we wanted to adopt a puppy.
We had thought about it for a while and finally decided it was time. So in
March of 2009, we headed out to the animal shelter. We weren't quite sure how
to get there, so we stopped at a gas station to ask for directions. As we
pulled into the parking lot, we saw a woman carrying a tiny little white and
brown puppy. My husband said "She has a puppy so maybe she knows where the
animal shelter is." My husband asked her about it and the lady said "You may
not have to go to the shelter. I found this little girl under the car over
there all by herself." My heart broke for the little puppy. So little, and who
knows where the poor baby's mommy was.
We went inside to see if maybe the employee at the gas station owned her or if
she knew where the puppy came from. The employee had no idea. So the lady who
had found her under the car handed us the little girl and said "Here's your me
puppy". I held her in my arms the whole way home. She stayed cuddled against
me, whimpering every once in a while. Whatever kind of home she had before
this must not have been a very good one because the puppy smelled strongly of
cigarettes and she was very dirty. Once we got her home we gave her some food
and water, a nice bath, and she started to open up a bit. She was running
around the back yard, so very playful. We decided to name her Bailey. We made
a vet appointment for her for the next day. The vet said she was a healthy,
pitt-lab mix, only about nine weeks old. Now, our little puppy is an eight and a half
month old, not so tiny puppy. She is our little baby and we couldn't imagine
our life without her.
Not only is she sweet, funny and adorable, she's very smart, too and has
learned lots of commands like sit, speak, and she can shake either paw. She is
playful and has an always-wagging tail, and has even got her own videos.
