Piper’s Adoption Story
It was a random Saturday morning back in November of 2016 when my mother suggested that we go to the Greenville Humane Society, a local shelter here, to look at this Alaskan Malamute mix that was up for adoption. I admit I groaned a bit, but only because she had constantly been suggesting going to this shelter or that pet store to “just look” at all the animals (which I knew good and well she wouldn’t let me have). But this morning, I agreed.
So that afternoon, we drove up to the shelter with anticipation of what we would find. We looked, and looked, and looked. No malamute in sight. Finally, we asked one of the volunteers if they knew anything about this dog that was apparently on their website. No luck, it seems we were too late. So we decided to look around anyway in hopes of finding “the one” that we could provide its FURever home. Again, no luck. Some prospects, but nothing felt right.
The next day, I had an itch. Just seeing all those beautiful babies alone in those kennels really had me seriously considering adoption. I knew that because I was living at home with my parents it would take some convincing to let me get another dog (we hadn’t had one since our first one passed about 5 years prior). A challenge I was willing to accept.
So there I was, scouring all the “Adopt Me” pages online. I came across a few on Greenville County Animal Care’s website that looked promising. One in particular: a female husky mix with one blue eye and one brown eye. Her picture looked rough but I saw the potential. I showed my parents, who were not as enthused as I was about the whole thing. But my mind was made up.
The next day, I planned to visit the shelter after work. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I finally pulled into the parking lot, my heart beating substantially quicker than normal. This shelter, in particular, has two buildings. Their main building has most of their available animals. The second building is for the lost and found, however, they do house some of the adoptable animals here, although you have to be escorted over from the main building. I started with the former.
Quickly, but patiently, I scoured the cages. Kennel by kennel I searched for those different colored eyes. Nothing. Finally, I asked to be accompanied to the other building in hopes of finding her there. I, along with a few others, was taken over. The worker could tell I was looking for one in particular because she asked if she could help. I gave her the best description I could give (how many dogs here have two different colored eyes?) and she said she would see if she could find her. We passed another worker so she stopped her to ask if she knew anything about the dog I was looking for. The other worker said, “Oh (insert name of a dog that I can’t remember now) was just adopted a little bit ago.”
Dang. My heart sunk.
The girl looked back at me and apologized. I told them it was no problem; I was just happy she had been adopted. Walking back out to my car (by this time it was almost dark outside) I stopped because I kept thinking about the name she gave and how it didn’t sound like the name I had read on the dog’s profile page online.
I decided to look on my phone again so I could know for certain and sure enough, it was a different dog! I went back inside and told them I was actually looking for this dog (I gave them my phone) to which the worker began punching in some information into their computer. She came up. And she was still available. Turns out, they were holding her in a part of the shelter which I would have never found her in. The same girl who had offered to help before took me back to her kennel and there she was, tail wagging and desperate for love.
Oh how her picture did not do her justice. She needed a bath and was bouncing off the walls but she had this look in her eyes. The one where you know that although she had been through a lot, she had so much love to give. Her paperwork said, despite being picked up on the side of the road and being in the shelter almost a week (!!), she was perfectly healthy.
To make a long story somewhat shorter, after a putting her on a 24-hour hold and thinking all night about her, by 1:00 pm the next day I was signing the adoption papers. I was absolutely terrified about bringing this crazy 9-month-old dog (puppy, really) home, but I will never regret my decision to adopt from a shelter. It hasn’t been easy (or cheap!) but Piper, formerly known as Cindy, is easily the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I highly recommend adoption to anyone considering getting a dog!
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