It's been a year since we adopted our lovely, little Rosie at the Danbury Animal Welfare Society. At the time, I don't know what we were thinking adopting a dog. It was November. Right before Thanksgiving. My Hubs was in the throes of Mono and company was arriving, with two cats, for Thanksgiving. We had just survived and were recuperating from a massive October snow storm that brought down the state.
Rosie, formerly True, came from Tennessee where she spent her life on a chain outdoors. She had a sister named Averil, but she was adopted right away. She had the same white fluffy hair as Rosie, but she had blue eyes. Pretty, but I liked Rosie's dark brown eyes.
We went out on a Saturday to meet a couple of dogs. Rosie was one we had in mind, but earlier that week, the shelter site said she had been adopted. We met this other dog named Lexi, who was so darn cute, but her energy level made us a little nervous. She was wild! We decided we were ready to meet True and just then, she walked through the door. Hubs and I walked her around the grassy area, and every couple of minutes, she stopped at our feet and jumped up wanting to be petted. She was scruffy and cute and so happy.
The day we met.
We were disappointed and irritated (we live an hour from the shelter) that there was actually an adoption screening process! We'd been looking for months and the local SPCA wasn't nearly as fussy. So, we filled out our paperwork, pages and pages, and filled in our references and went home and waited anxiously for our references to get called. In retrospect, I guess this a pretty good practice. They want to make sure you're not interested on a whim and that your pup is going to a good home.
A few days later, we got the call, all our references were good to go, and we could come get our girl.
Hubs drove there after work to get her while I stopped at Target to get the basics. We didn't want to buy ahead of time and jinx it.
Now, it's been a year, and Rosie is our girl. She spends her time sniffing the back yard. She lives for her daily walk and eats her breakfast and supper like she's never eaten before. She's put on a little weight and her hair has gotten so thick and full and shiny and developed such pretty color. Her ears are caramel colored and led us to calling her Fozzie Bear which morphed into Rosie Bear, Ro Bear, Bear and Little Bear. She has some work to do on her social skills, but she's come a long way. She snuggles on the couch and is spoiled rotten.