UPDATE: Wednesday evening, I saw a new ad on adoptapet.com. I was JUST ABOUT ready to call about another dog (an owner re-homing) but saw this boy. I called about him Thursday noon and just before the shelter closed to see if he was still there.
His picture is not the prettiest; he reminded me of my homeliest Doberman, Moose. However, he was within close driving distance (about 4 hours), and their adoption contract seemed reasonable to me. Despite what the ad said, I thought he was a purebred. And so I took a chance, asked for the day off (Friday), and went to Warsaw, Indiana.
He had me at “hello.”
Well, actually, he was barking a lot and trying to barge out of the kennel. His idea of “walking” was taking you for a “drag.” However, within a few minutes and away from the other dogs, he quieted down, and with a few minutes in an enclosed area, he deigned to take a quiet walk down a wooded trail with me.
He is prettier than his picture–more refined. He is definitely a purebred, but he has a heavier coat than my slick-coated female. His coat is more like my first Dobe. And his coat is in horrible condition, he has “dirty” ears (inside), and he is skinny. He got a bath a half an hour ago, and his hair came off in wads. At least, he is cleaner; we’ll work on that coat. He is slightly bigger than my female, but they ARE a matched, all-natural pair.
He was an angel riding home in the car and has been quiet since the moment he left the kennel. My female was THRILLED when she saw him, although she has been laying down the law for him since he got here. The two of them are currently engaging in some doggy invitations for play.
He is 4 1/2 years old. He was surrendered by his owner, because he was “too much responsibility.” He has exhibited WONDERFUL house manners so far, was an angel on the drive home, and crated easily and well during the few hours tonight I spent with my “Friday Night Friends.”
There were no lovey, sloppy kisses for me at the shelter. When I stopped for bathroom breaks, he DID greet me with a gently wagging tail when I returned to the car. A few minutes ago, he shoved his head under my hand for attention, and when I stopped skritching, shoved my hand again. He is now resting on the floor next to me.
I am not going to keep his current name. I like names with hard consonents, names they can HEAR. Have a couple of thoughts, but no “aha!” yet.
Thanks to everyone who gave me ideas and encouragement. I was so afraid that I would pick the “wrong dog”, but I haven’t stopped smiling since I met him.