Yes, I admit it. I lied. When I adopted Sydney, they asked and required that she be allowed access to our home, especially when it was particularly hot or cold, and I said she would, but never intended to live up to that agreement. She was a dog, and a dog belonged outside, just look at nature and the ancestor, the wolf.
Back to my story. As I worked every day in Chapel Hill, I decided to stop at the animal shelter and see what dogs they might have available for adoption. I think all of the dogs I had growing up were mutts, either strays that appeared and stayed, or those given away from irresponsible owners who let their un-spayed dogs breed at will, and always had a new litter roaming around. So, I stopped by the shelter, and looked at what was available. Plenty were available unfortunately, and I know that many who were there likely died soon after I had made my choice. I came upon this very beautiful merle blue colored dog, who was desperate for attention (this should have been a warning), and spent several minutes with her in her enclosure. I wasn't completely sold, but was certainly interested. As I tried to leave, this poor little creature whined and whimpered, so I immediately re-entered and calmed her down. The clues were certainly staring me in the face, but I was too ignorant to realize what was in store. Eventually, I was able to tear myself away, but the decision had been made. I knew this dog was coming home with me, it was simply a matter of letting the rest of the family know, and completing the legal arrangement for adoption.
(Continued)
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