Today the whole family went to the local shelter to look at the dogs. It’s heartbreaking to see so many dogs caged and knowing they are on borrowed time. Some dogs looked like they were eager to please, others looked defeated, and a few looked like they wanted to take a bite out of anything that moved.
In the last cage on the last row I saw a beautiful, tan 1 year old boxador named Rider. He had the most soulful eyes. He never barked or looked scared. He looked at us as if he knew we should be his family. Knowing that he had been at the shelter for 4 months, I felt the need to take him away immediately. While being impulsive is my nature, being contemplative is my husband’s nature. Conversation and planning needs to happen before we agree to bring home a 110 lbs dog. Logistics need to be worked out. I may not like it, but it’s important to do these things. A dog is a big responsibility.
But why do I feel so anxious? Why couldn’t I have become enchanted with the small poodle we saw several cages away?