We’re dog people.  When the fiancee and I lost our last dog, Angel, to bone caner, we were crushed.   We both agreed we would wait a while to grieve a bit before  bringing another dog home.  But we’re dog people.   After having Angel for a year, coming home to an empty house without a wacky canine wagging its whole behind in excitement just seemed foreign to us both.

So, after talking it over a bit, we decided to do  a little dog “shopping” one day.  I say “shopping” because we were really just visiting foster dogs and seeing if any were a fit for us.  Now, I don’t think there’s any thing wrong with getting a dog from a reputable breeder, but we both believe the best dogs for us are the ones that just need a good home.

We decided to check out an adoption event put on by Lost Dog Rescue (yes, the same people behind Lost Dog Cafe – great pizza BTW), where got Angel from.  They’re a great organization that does a tremendous job to place great dogs in forever homes.

We stopped and petted a few that were about the size we were looking for to see if there was any that we had a connection with.   We were looking at a really sweet terrier mix when this guy came over and put his head on my knee and quietly looked up at me:

Well, hello there!  Forget finding a dog, I think this one just found us!

I instantly turned to goo.   Turns out this cute little guy, a 5ish year old hound, named Dan, was found as a stray wandering around in West Virginia.  Lost Dog got him about a month ago, cleaned him and up and here he was.

I sat on the floor of the Petsmart and he proceeded to snuggle up next to me as if to say “please, take me”.   I told the finacee:

“I’m not leaving without this dog”

Her reply:

“Yah, this is our dog”

So we filled out some paperwork, did a quick adoption interview and the next thing we knew he had jumped in the back seat of my truck and took a nap

We got him home where he sniffed around his new backyard, peed on every tree and bush in sight and then came inside and just laid at our feet right by the couch.  It was almost as if he’d been there for years.  He’s home.






Dear Angel,

When we first brought you home last year you were abandoned by your previous owners. You were underweight, skittish and afraid

But we gave you a lot of praise, lots of good treats and a lot of love.

You were still a little weird though. And in addition to occasionally barking at your water dish and eating compost, you also found a lot of unusual places to sleep

But eventually we just accepted who were, and you accepted us too. You gained weight, got less nervous and actually started sleeping in those expensive beds we bought you. We were so excited for all the adventures we’d have together.

Then we took you to the vet for your checkup. And they gave us news we weren’t expecting. You had cancer and you weren’t going to get better.

So we tried to make the time you had left the best it could be. We took you for extra walks, fed you your favorite treats and we even let you sleep in the bed with us once in a while. I thought foolishly that maybe you could tough it out for a few more months and see spring again.

But when you fell down and couldn’t get back up again, I got sick because I knew it was time. I carried you to your bed and told you I was going to make the hurt go away. Last saturday the vet came to the house and made you go to sleep we made sure we sat next to you and rubbed your head. Even though sitting there and watching you slip away was the hardest thing we have ever had to do, you deserved nothing less.

I wish we could have had more time together. We had so much fun adventures planned. I hope that wherever you are there’s lots of cookies and squirrels to chase. I also hope you know how very grateful we are for all happiness you brought into our home.

Rest in peace little doggie.  We miss you every day.