It happened. It finally happened. I had to drive to Michigan to make it happen, but I finally got my dog.
On Thursday this last week, a new German Shorthaired Pointer popped up as being available in a small town called Adrian, Michigan. The dog was four pages deep on my Petfinder.com search for available German Shorthaired Pointers, which meant that the dog was too far away and I needed to get back on the first two pages of the website.
As I scanned the first two pages of the website and realized that the same GSP Rescue center that wasn’t interested in my family having a GSP controlled all of those available dogs, I decided to open Google Maps and see how long it would take to get from Indianapolis to Adrian, Michigan. Turns out, it was a decent 3 hours and 35 minute drive.
Since Casey was out of town to a conference and on a pretty good high from all the social interaction she was getting, I decided to send her a few pictures from the website so I could gauge her reaction.
I didn’t get a reaction. Nothing. Natta. Zip.
Knowing I had all day Saturday to take a trip to Michigan, I sent Casey a text on Friday just reminding her that I didn’t have anything going on on Saturday.
She responded to me with a picture of her hugging a dog, followed by a “yes” message.
On Saturday, I loaded the girls in the car early in the morning and headed for Adrian, Michigan.
We left for Adrian, Michigan before we even knew if our application would be accepted for the dog, but due to the Lenawee Humane Society only being open for pet adoption from 12:00 through 3:00 we had to start our drive and rely on faith and Karma to finally pull through with a dog.
The girls thought we were driving to Michigan to explore a troll cave, so when we finally arrived at the shelter and the workers took us back to the meeting room, Addie and Vivi were ecstatic.
Addie couldn’t believe we were finally getting a dog and Vivi had one of the biggest smiles I’ve seen on her face before. Of course, Vivi didn’t know what was really going on, but she could hear all the dogs in the shelter and she wanted to see all of them.
The shelter workers brought Daisy (to be renamed later) into the meeting room. They told me they had our application approved and the paperwork done, but that we could meet the dog first and if we didn’t want her we didn’t have to go through with the adoption. (Flashes of Sarah Mclachlan commercials shot through my mind when that worker said what she said and I was reminded there was really only one response to give during the meeting.)
When the workers brought Daisy into the meeting room, she immediately walked up to Addie and Vivi and began sniffing their faces. Her little stub tail was wagging back and forth as quickly as it could and the grin on Vivi’s face didn’t fade for a second. I knew Daisy was the dog for us and within 30 seconds I told the worker we were sure we wanted to take Daisy home.
And now I have my dog. Finally.
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