It all started when we got home last Wednesday and found a note on our front door that said, "Put your healer in your backyard. Both gates were open. Laurie, Dr. Doo" (there's a local company that scoops the poop for you called Dr. Doo).
Sure enough, when we went to the back door, there was a pup there, who didn't belong to us.
He was extremely timid and cowered most of the time he was here in the corner. He didn't seem to mind the kids petting him but was super skittish. We talked about keeping him if we couldn't find his owners but he wasn't really my kind of dog (for one he had a docked tail and even Spencer agreed that he wanted a dog with a tail). However, Jason and Spencer have been wanting a dog for so long that it was like Christmas morning for them. When we got up the next morning, we realized that Dr. Doo had not securely shut the gates and Charlie, as my kids had named him, had escaped sometime during the night. Left with a bag of food and a box of dog treats, Jason (without me knowing) started scouring the internet for local dogs to adopt. Thursday night he came home and showed me what he determined to be the prettiest dog. She was pretty but I made the mistake of scrolling further down the page and found a dog I was instantly drawn to...
Molly was described as a 3.5 year old super happy yellow lab/rottweiler mix who was house, crate, and leashed trained. She sounded perfect to me. Her family was moving and couldn't take her with them.
By Friday we had an appointment to meet her on Tuesday (through Out West Pet Rescue in Prosser). On Tuesday, we brought her home.
My desire to get a dog was never as strong as Jason and Spencer's simply because I didn't want a puppy and I didn't think there was much of a chance we'd ever find a young, already trained dog. Three days later and I can't believe how lucky we are.
She's adjusting quicker than I thought she would, especially after finding out that she came from a 6 acre farm where she had 11 other dogs for companions. She's a little high maintenance in her eating habits (she's not liking her dog food and has been wanting table scraps) but after talking to her previous owner's this morning, I think we'll get it figured out in a day or two.
We're loving her a ton and patiently waiting for her to love her new home.
