
Exactly one year ago today, Matty was adopted by me for a mere $75 and another $75 donation. I can’t tell you how unmeasureably better Matty has made my life. If you’ve been thinking about adopting a pet but haven’t gotten around to it, please go out and adopt a dog, cat, rabbit, ferret, horse, etc. that needs a home. Avoid the pet stores, find a kill shelter and look for a friendly dog or go to a no-kill shelter that adopts dogs from kill shelters, or just a no-kill shelter.
I adopted Matty form the North Shore Animal League on Long Island, NY. They were one of the shelters that sent planes and vans down to the gulf coast when the hurricanes hit earlier this year knowing that hundreds of pets would be displaced as a result. Recently they took dogs in from China that were heading towards being slaughtered. Their website doesn’t reflect the amount of dogs, cats puppies and kittens then actually have there.
Another great directory online is petfinder.com.
When walking through the Animal League I looked at a few dogs, they were all barking pretty loudly except for one who looked like he was sleeping. He was very cute and had an odd body shape to him. I pointed him out and said “That’s the one, but I want to walk though and make sure.” Sure enough, I walked by all the other dogs and none of them stuck out liek this one did. I asked to play with him for a few minutes, but first I had to wake him up from his nap. He came to, and what an odd combination he was! Part Basset Hound, part German Shepherd, this little guy had the body size of a German Shepherd on the legs of a Basset Hound. His coat was a Shepherds, and so was his face, but his ears were turned down, and when he wagged his tail, his whole body swung around because he was so excited. They weren’t sure of an exact age, jsut somewhere between 2 and 3. He was neutered, they knew that much. I wish I paid closer attention, but I’m pretty sure he was saved from a kill shelter in West Virginia. I’ll have to call and ask if they still have that info on record.
A few thrown tennis balls, hugs and face licks later, I had filed the adoption papers. Thanks to my references (my sister and my friend April) I drove back to my parents house with Clawson in tow.
My mom didn’t know I went to adopt a dog, so she was pretty surprised when I came home with a dog. She even broke her one rule she said she’d never break (no dogs in the house ever again), and she admitted he was a very cute dog and thatmaybe she’d let him in the house next time I was home. From there I went to my sisters to see if he socialized well with her golden, and they socialized great. When I went to pick up some supplies from the store, my sister said he waited by the door the whole time.
Later that night I decided to change his name to Mattingly, or Matty for short. The rest, as they say, is history.