Yesterday, Troy and I went to Petsmart (for a Critter Keeper which, conveniently, we left without. I did, however, manage to pick up a copy of Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's Soul. I just finished it a couple of hours ago.). I noticed that they were having a doggy adoption day! Of course I had to go look. Amongst a bunch of happy, wriggling pooches in cages licking the fingers of those who stuck them in, was one in particular that drew my attention. He was in one of the top cages at the very back. Under him was a black and white dane mix, next to him was a very beautiful bassett variety. I read his description but have since forgotten his name and mix. He is eight years old and look like he'd been to many adoption days. He had a grey muzzle and a wiry coat (which reminded me of a wire-haired terrier/doxie mix that I know) that was a pretty brown colour with some random black hairs. His description said he was eight years old. He was laying in the very back of his cage while staring at one of the sides. He noticed me looking at and walking towards him and then he started howling. As soon as I got up to him, he pressed his body against the door, lengthwise, and laid down as I petted him through the bars and he started to cry. In turn, I started to cry and told him that I am sorry for what he's having to go through and that I wished I could take him with me. I stayed with him for about twenty minutes and then I had to leave. He is such a sweet boy. There was a grandmother there who was talking about possibly adopting him (although it was very unlikely). I hope she did. :(
I did pet the two purebred pups they had and a gorgeous redtick girl. :)
