Ok. I have to introduce mine.
Here's KB:
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A few years ago I was doing commercials for a cable company and needed to update an ad for a local animal rescue group called NOAH (Northwest Organization for Animal Help, Stanwood WA, We strive to reduce pet overpopulation). I'd never been there, so the lady who runs the place offered to give me a tour.
It's a really cool place with the kennels fronted by plexi glass with a little opening you can let them sniff you through or pass a treat to them, or if they're friendly, you can reach in and pet them without going inside. We entered one building housing 10 dogs. As soon as we went in the dogs started barking and jumping on the pexi and basically being obnoxious trying to get attention to be let out for a run... except one. One little lab-shepherd mix was just standing quietly... kind of sadly... with his nose poking through the opening in the glass. Of course, I had to go and talk to him and as I got there, he turned and pressed his neck against the opening, eyes pleading for me to just touch him. I reached through and pet him for a while and then had to go. As I walked away he got that sad look again and just watched me leave with his nose resting on the bottom of the hole in the glass.
I went back to work but couldn't get this dog out of my head. We are allowed pets where we live, but we're in an apartment so I never got one due to the necessary rain-or-shine walking and such. This dog just wouldn't leave my mind. By the time I got home and my wife asked me how it went, I just... ok... confession here... I started tearing up a bit telling her about this dog. We had 30 minutes until the center closed and jumped in the car then and there.
When we walked into the kennel area with 5 minutes left before closing, he perked up a little when he recognized me. We visited with him again and my wife and daughter were immediately taken with him like I was. The next day I got out of work early so we could go there and take him for a walk and play in one of the off-leash areas they have on site. 20 minutes later we sat down for our interviews with the "matchmakers" who volunteer there and by the time we left I'd put the adoption fee on my credit card.
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He's not such a little dog anymore, but we haven't regretted it for a moment.
Awsome story! :rockin: That's why I never go to shelters because I'd take everyone of them home with me. Happy to hear it's worked out for all of you.
