While my heart is being broken
As I walked through the doors of the Denver Dumb Friends League I realized that I'm not getting out of here alone.
As soon as my beautiful wife told me that she was going to the D.D.F.L. on business trip I knew.
I knew we going to invite a furry little tragedy to enter our home.
And that was fine by me.
I thought.
I thought that as soon as my beautiful wife told me that she "wanted a doggie" that I wanted one too, but I still had to walk in as the stern, practical realist asking hard questions, wondering if our home is dog friendly, if our dynamic duo of cats would accept another pet.
What. Who When Where How Etc.
So there I was.
Walking up to the D.D.F.L. with a stiff upper lip.
But as I walked in
A gigantic smile stretched across my face
Looking at the kitty aquarium
Walking through the doggie holding pens
I KNEW that my heart was about to broken
And I eagerly sought out pen 1B
And there she was
The scrawniest 3 year old boxer mix in the world
Who just broke my heart
After my beautiful wife and I filled out the paper work, bought food, leash and stuff we wandered around the pound
And my heart continued to break
I wished I could have taken them all home
But I could only take 1 home
and that is enough
for now
The three branches of the the Denver Dumb Friends League do remarkable work. They accept adoptable pets from tiny cities in the surrounding 4 states due to their 94% adoption rate.
94% PERCENT
Our little beauty came to us from a pound in New Mexico
She is hand shy
and could stand to gain 10 pounds
And we love her like crazy
She is sleeping soundly in the other room after having eaten 2 bites of food and finding a warm corner of the house
My message to you
If you have a little bit of time, a warm place to sleep, a big fat heart, 50 to 100 bucks to spend,
PLeAse
pLEase
Get yrself an X-mas present early
And give a fuzzy buddy a new home
We are still trying to decide on a name
Any suggestions are welcome