This all started last week, so I guess that's where I need to start this saga......
And keep in mind - I seriously was not looking for another dog and had no intention of ever getting another!

On Monday I was on line looking for the address of a cat shelter that used to be in town, since I was going to donate a few of the small pet beds to them. Somehow I got directed to Petfinder, and then I just started looking around. I saw this adorable tiny Pom (looked like PT's Lily and Roger), and I was crazy enough to read the story. She was in a rescue in southern NJ and she had been found by the side of a road, laying next to her dead Pom pal, and in terrible condition. That story really grabbed me. She was about 7or 8 months old, 5 pounds, and once she was taken care of and back to good health, she was neutered, microchipped, had all her inoculations, etc, she was ready for adoption. She looked like a Pom model for a calendar - cute as a button! Next thing I knew I was filling out an adoption application on line. I got an automated acknowledgement that it was received and someone would be in touch with me in a few days. That night I started feeling guilty - what would Myndi and Sparky think? Would they think that I had forgotten them and didn't love them anymore? Silly??? - maybe and maybe not, but I personally don't think so. I'm sure they are watching over me and know what's going on. I have their pictures on my dresser, and that night before bed, I had a little chat with them - as one sided as it was - but I know that they heard it. I told them that I would always love and miss them, but I was so lonely without them, and that I need another furkid to keep me company - they had each other but I had no furkid anymore. Then I told them that if it was possible, could they please send me some kind of sign - either they were okay with it, or they weren't - and I would go with that. Yeah - like that would ever happen. Well - the next morning I was getting dressed and still had the t.v. on in my bedroom, and not even watching or listening to it, when next thing I know, I heard Willy Nelson singing "You Were Always On My Mind" and the Humane Society tearjerker commercial was on. THAT WAS THE OKAY SIGN FROM MYNDI AND SPARKY. - in my opinion anyway. What made it even so unusual, is that it was on the ABC station mid-morning, and you almost never see those commercials on anything but the cable channels. Okay - so now it had the stamp of approval, but then I started thinking about it. This dog is a baby - would need to be housebroken and have lots of obedience training ~ and here I am trying to make a major move out of state. The more I thought about it, the more I decided against it, even tho I would have loved to have her. The rescue doesn't list a phone # so I couldn't call, so decided if and when they contacted me, I would just decline if I was accepted. As of last Thursday I hadn't heard anything (they said nothing about not adopting out of state either), so out of curiosity I looked at my county shelter and the downstate county shelter. My county had a cute little Shih Tzu, and the downstate shelter had Wolfy. He was listed as a Pom mix, but I don't see any mix in him, tho his ears are somewhat bigger than Myndi's and other Poms I've seen. His owner was an older lady who fell and broke her shoulder and could no longer take care of him. Darned if I would ever have turned him over to a state county shelter and not a private shelter/rescue, beats the hell out of me - but so glad that she did. In turn the shelter had all of his records and history - something pretty rare to find in a shelter dog. His records list a breeder's name, so he must be pure Pom I would think, so I don't know where the "mix" figures in????? His write up on Petfinder said he was skittish, but liked people and other dogs. I called to see if he was still available - he was - so Friday morning I headed down to meet him. He was in an outside run with several dogs and I just watched him for a while - he was playing with them and having a grand old time. Playful - very big plus. One of the volunteers got him out for me so I could interact with him. He really wasn't the least bit interested in me and wanted to get back to the other dogs, but the worker had hot dog treats which she gave me to entice him. That did it - he was definitely food motivated. And skittish??? - whoever wrote that up obviously didn't know the meaning of the word. Anyway - I definitely wanted him, so I filled out the application, and after a short check - he was mine!

So that's how he ended up as the new man in my life. I have more to tell you about him, but I don't want to bore you and put you to sleep, so I'll save that for later if anyone is interested. I'll tell you that he is a real sweetheart lovebug little shadow and loves to give kisses and play-play-play. He's very smart and a fast learner, and came here with obedience skills too! I'm in love again, and I'm sure Myndi and Sparky approve of their new brother that I chose, even if they can't get in on the fun going on here. I know that they are happy and making their own!


Sorry for the book length post........... and I never heard from the NJ rescue either. Not exactly a great way to operate and find homes for the animals.