I follow various snow dog rescues, wolf dog rescues, and such, and I’m always looking at different dogs. I may like them, but I don’t usually do more than gush about one and show my husband.
Then I don’t think anything more of it.
But… I saw a dog at a shelter a reasonable drive from us, and I fell in love with him.
His name is Zombie (previously Zorro). He was part of a musher’s team and has been surrendered. Temperament listed as shy and gentle, and he is heart worm negative.
I told my husband. And my mom. And my in-laws. And Facebook friends. I couldn’t stop talking about him!
I mean, look at him!!!
You could call him Zom Zoms or ZB or keep Zombie. I mean, that would be hilarious, yelling ‘ZOMBIE HOUSE!’ to get him to come inside. HILARIOUS.
When they adopted him out without ever becoming public, I bawled. My husband was a little surprised but agreed to take me more seriously in the future.
Contacted the shelter and told them that if he was returned, we were SO INTERESTED.
A few days later, the shelter contacted me back to tell us that his foster (who was adopting him) had a major life change and he would be available again.
You’d better believe I was excited! My husband agreed to meet him, and adopting him was dependent on his temperment.
In order to meet him, I had to submit an application with a character reference. I called my best friend and she let me put her down. I had called my mom, and she said no. She said too much was going on in our life, and we had too much on our plates already.
I was so excited when I went to bed! Late, I might note, because I stayed up to fill out the application.
It was not to be.
The little furball must have heard I put an application in, because he escaped that night into the wild blue yonder and hasn’t been seen since.
I was CRUSHED.
I spent hours over the next few days searching shelters, looking for him. Lost Dogs of Wisconsin posted him as a missing dog for Southwest Wisconsin, but nothing.
The shelter offered another dog, but I told them we would wait in case he was found again. I don’t think it’s likely – if he’s a musher’s dog he probably took off and will show up next in Nebraska.
But I keep hoping and worrying about whether or not he’s okay.
Do you have any pets? How did you get them? I like puppies, but they’re crazy making, so I always look at adopting adult dogs. Especially since we love Alaskan Malamutes. Those puppies remodel your house for you! Is Zombie not the cutest? AGH!