I've decided to use this blog to track my new life with my first dog. Several months ago, I decided to adopt a dog, but nerves (call it a fear of commitment) and timing forced me to wait until now.
For most of my life, I was scared of dogs. We didn't have any in the house when I grew up and I was actually bitten by a couple dogs when I was in 6th grade. However, about a year ago I met my girlfriend and her wonderful dog, Bodie. Through Bodie I have seen the light. I love having him around, walking him, and taking him to the dog park. And now, I will have a dog of own.
After months of waffling and deliberating, I finally found "my dog" last weekend at the Western Pennsylvania Humane Society. I saw Milo on their website, and went to see him on Saturday. I spent about half an hour with him, and realized he was the one.
On Sunday, Beth and Bodie came to the shelter to meet Milo. The introduction went great. Bodie was excited to play with Milo, and I figure if Bodie is happy with him, I'm happy with him.
Adopting was simple. I filled out the paperwork, paid the nominal fee, and now I have two days until we can pick him up. I wish I could have brought him right home, but since he hasn't been altered yet, I have to wait until after his surgery.
When he comes home, he'll be known as Miles. Like Miles Davis, 'cause he's just so cool. Or maybe like "run for miles" since I hope he's going to join me on morning runs.
So, since he couldn't come home this weekend, that gives us a couple days to prepare for his arrival. The crate is in my room, bowls have been purchased, and we have a collar, leash and toys for him. I still need to find an obedience trainer and buy him some food, but I'm feeling pretty ready for a new family member.
No comments:
Post a Comment