So last week we went to the Richmond SPCA. We weren’t looking to adopt. We just like hanging out in the cat rooms and giving the kitties love. It’s a win for everyone, really – my stress level goes down and the kitties get some lovin’. Everyone wins.
Before we looked at the kitties, we walked through the dog area to see what they had available. In one of the rooms was a husky mix. All black. One brown eye. One blue eye. The problem? He was visiting with a family. Except for that’s not really a problem at all because dogs getting forever homes is always a good thing. We marveled at his cute for a little bit and moved on to go see some kitties.
The kitties, as always, were precious. They were sweet and nice and adorable and it was a nice way for me to relax after a very stressful week. When we left the kitties, we went back to see if the Husky was back in his cage. He was. So we petted him through the cage door and moved on. As we were leaving the SPCA, we noticed that he was with yet another family.
We went home, and we kept talking about this dog. Dave. Dave the husky mutt mix. He was young – around 7 months old. A male, which we knew would complement our female husky mutt mix well. And, best of all, he was a husky.
The next day came, and still. All we could think about was Dave. We had a busy work day planned, and decided that, after we finished up with work, we would go by the SPCA and see if he was still there. Just in case. We figured, if it was meant to be, he’d still be there, waiting for us to come and get him. Yes, the timing is horrible. We’re going to Alaska for ten days in less than a month (!!). We’ve got all sorts of plans over the next few weekends. Life’s busy, but, he just felt like the dog for us.
So, we went to the SPCA after work. Dave was gone. His cage was already filled by another dog. I wandered around, checking all the rooms and cages, when an SPCA employee asked if she could help me find anything. I told her we were looking for Dave. She said he had been placed, BUT, she’d heard he might be coming back. She took our information down, told us she would put a note in his file about us wanting him, just in case he came back.
A few days passed. We didn’t hear anything about Dave. We figured he was gone for good.
Yesterday, at 8:30, the SPCA called. Dave was back. The other dog in the household he was placed in didn’t like him. Apparently, it was jealous. We freaked out. FREAKED OUT! We had assumed all hope was lost in the Dave department, but no – he came back.
We went to work, left and raced to the SPCA. And there he was. Three people remembered us from our visit last week (we went in uniform both times) and were very excited to see us back and still interested in Dave. We met him, loved him, went home, got HuskyMutt #1, went back to the SPCA, introduced the HuskyMutt #1 to HuskyMutt #2, filled out the some paperwork, came home with two HuskyMutts.
Meet Luke, or, HuskyMutt #2:
The SPCA named him Dave. Animal Control called him Midnight. We call him Luke. Normally, I’m not all for giving critters people names, but since we already have a Sadie, it makes sense to give this dog a people name as well.
As for Sadie? She’d handling it pretty well. She’s gotten a little bitchy with him, but he seems to get the hint. She’ll adjust. She loves playing with him and already seems to be dealing with better than she was yesterday. For the time being, she’s keeping a close eye on him.