How I met my girl

About 3 weeks after we lost Emma, I realized that although I missed her terribly, I wanted a new dog in my life. I was home alone often as M traveled for work most weeks. I was lonely. I know that pets don't talk back, but somehow it felt less sad to talk to a dog than a cat. At least they look at you like they might be listening.

We started making the rounds of local rescues and adoption events, going to either PAWS or Anti Cruelty every weekend. I spent hours on adoption websites. I fell in love daily. M had to talk sense into me when I fell in love with dogs that were too young, or too yippy, too furry or too lethargic. I wanted a big dog, but one who didn't look at all like Emma. I was drawn to white pit bulls even then, and fell hard for Herb.  Herb was a New Leash dog. We went to meet him at an adoption event. And realized that he wasn't our dog. He was adorable, but he just didn't have the temperament we wanted. So we kept looking, and kept in touch with NLOL. We sent them our wish list (found this in my sent file)

- a young adult dog - @ 2-4 years old
- male or female - no preference
- no size/breed preference
- playful, but not in need of constant attention
- can be alone during the day - we do use a dog walker as needed.
- gets along with cats (we have two 1 year olds) and other dogs (always potential for more!)
- ok with children (while we don't have any, we do have friends over often who have kids)
- likes people, good companion
- knowledge of basic commands preferred - we plan on going through training with our new dog, but any previous training is a plus.

And we went to another NLOL adoption event. When we introduced ourselves to the volunteers they said "oh, we remember you guys, your dog is over there" and they pointed to the most beautiful white and black pit mix. (you know where this story is going...)They walked us over to Ms. Flo (her name at the time), M bent down to pet her and she licked his cheek. We spent some time admiring her and petting her and falling in love. 


A few hours later I sent this e-mail:

Notice the date. Today is 4 years since I first touched those soft soft ears. 

The rest, as they say, is history.

Photo by A of Two Pitties in the City