I knew I always wanted a dog further down the timeline, but in a few weeks, one will be living with my family.
Here's the story:
I have been volunteering at a local animal shelter for about 7 months now, among the first dogs I met was a black chow/lab/spitz mix named Rocky. I loved all the dogs that have come and gone, but Rocky and I seemed to bond closer than anyone else, but at the time I couldn't adopt him even if I wanted to. Five months ago, I became the shelter's adoption event coordinator, planning special days to publicize our shelter and adopt out our dogs and cats. Two months ago, Rocky became my choice to take to one of these special days, and he was adopted out in the first hour.
Just a few days ago, a fellow volunteer, also my second-in-command in the adoption days, discovered Rocky on the side of the road in the middle of the desert. Her skills in intelligence gathering unearthed what happened. For reasons that I really don't buy into (saying he freaks out while riding in the car), the adopting family gave Rocky up to a neighbor before they moved to Georgia, and this person, again for suspicious reasons (saying he jumped on her kids), finally made the choice to dump him in the middle of nowhere, to die. Although after contacting the "adopters", who then said they'll be flying over to pick Rocky up, it was decided they had earlier relinquished responsibility of him and they will never have him back.
The tough part was finding Rocky a home again. I took advantage of an entire weekend of events we signed up for, and took him to every trip. But what myself and the other volunteers decided before then, if he didn't get adopted then, since he and I were the closest, then I can take him in. Sure enough, he's now mine. My family and I are now preparing our home for him to move in about a week or two.
I find it incredibly hard to see any problems with him. He's people & pet friendly, tolerates rough-housing by little kids, he's smart and trainable, he comes when he's called by name, and he was no trouble in any car rides. My spurts of anger at these people are now behind me, and I now look forward to my first dog.