Two years ago today husband and I went to the local animal shelter to check out the available dogs. We assumed that like at most animal shelters it’d be mostly pit bull types and we’d walk in and walk out. (Full disclosure – I have no problems with bully breeds as a whole, but not owning a home yet we didn’t want a dog that could limit our options in the future; our state had just passed legislation that made landlords very weary of renting to those who own bully breeds).
So we walked in and saw all the crazy, barky, bouncy dogs (and an adorable pot belly pig!), and decided none of them were for us. On our way back out, this pretty little red headed girl, an Irish Setter who we hadn’t seen earlier, was standing in her cage, doing the slightest bit of a tap dance and looking up at us with her big black eyes. I got down to her level and her face just lit up and her tail, which was tucked as far as possible between her legs, started wagging ever so slightly. Husband asked if I wanted to see her and, after hemming and hawing, I might have possibly said yes (the jury’s still out). Off he went to get the attendant, who leashed her up, and the little redhead immediately leaned her body into my legs and looked up at me with a look of relief and longing – there was no way I could put a girl as pretty as her back into that cage.
We have no idea how old our lean leaner really is, but today is her second “birthday” with us. And although she drives me nuts, I’m glad we stopped and looked at the little dancer.