We WERE Going to Adopt a Dog

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.

But.

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!