Remember last week for B&W Sunday, I posted the photo of me all tucked in and put in a caption that I wanted to hear my bedtime story? If not, you can see that post here.
I told ya'll I'll save the story for a special day and today is that day.
December 23, 2011 the day my family first laid eyes on me.
They had been looking for a dog since early December. They checked the shelter's site daily to see if there were any new dogs up for adoption. They visited every time they were free. Earlier, like maybe December 15, they saw a Japanese Spitz named Dasher. He was 2 years old and had a cheery expression on his face, unlike most dogs at the shelter. My family wanted him, when they went to the counter to ask if anyone had already booked him, they said he had 5 reservations!! Which meant that if the first person cancels and decides to get another dog, the second person will get Dasher. They didn't even bother doing the paperwork to be the sixth person in queue...
A week later, they were looking at the website again and Dasher was back on it!! The next day, they went down and visited Dasher again. Supposedly, the owners had returned Dasher because he had bit their 14-year-old daughter. They put up a sign saying "DO NOT ENTER CAGE WITHOUT VOLUNTEER'S PERMISSION" or something along that line. My future human mom got the permission of the volunteer and went in with Dasher, he continuously jumped on her and put his teeth around her wrist, gently. My mom said that he needed a whole load of training. My future human sister wanted to go in with Dasher but the volunteers said he wasn't friendly with children. My mom turned around to face me and said, "look at that dog!"
I stood at the front of my cage and as the 5 humans approached I wagged my tail. My sister said something about me being cute. I licked their fingers through the bar. The 2 girls, my human mom and sister, went in with me, after awhile, my mom went out but my sister stayed with me as 2 boys looked at me through the gate and said something about mom and adopting. They also kept calling me "Cotton".
Eventually, all of them went away and I lay down in a corner.
They wanted to reserve me but the people said they were closing the shelter for the day and to come back tomorrow.
The next day, Christmas Eve, they came back to reserve me for adoption and the lady said to them, "You will be second in line to adopt Cotton, someone had already reserved him and will most probably be adopting him tomorrow."
To be continued...
If you want to hear Part II of the story, please come back December 27!!