Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

Going from Zero to One in 5.5 Seconds

Cupid is my four-year-old Lhasa Apso/miniature poodle mix, and he’s a big part of why I started this blog. He is my first-ever dog, my sweetheart, my little rascal.

My darling Lhasa boy

I got him at the local humane society. His calm demeanor there belied the fact that he is a fetchaholic, a dog who can out-retrieve most retrievers. He’s shy with people he doesn’t know but incredibly loyal and loving to those he does. He’s a devoted food fiend who is super resourceful about getting into things he shouldn’t. He prefers action—AKA fetching—to cuddling, but he does enjoy having his back or tummy rubbed when he’s feeling mellow. Here’s his backstory.

When I woke up on November 13, 2008, I had no idea I would come home with a dog. That day I went with a friend to the humane society. She had moved into a condo and was now looking for a small dog to love.

I took several dogs out of their cages and took them for walks. One, a rat terrier, took me for a walk. Another, a little white Chihuahua mix puppy, shook so hard and just wanted to be held. I bent down to look into a cage on the bottom row. What I saw was a fluffy (and scruffy) tan dog that was curled up in the corner looking sad. I noticed two things: the cage smelled funny, so I thought he weren’t housetrained; and he looked like he was asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him up. So, though I cringe now to think of it, I passed him by.

My friend ultimately did something that would ultimately change my life. She took that scruffy dog out of his cage. We went out to the lobby where it was a little quieter. I sat and held the Chihuahua puppy, and she sat with the tan scruffy dog. After a few minutes, we switched dogs.

This fluffy dog sat quietly next to me. I remember two things about that time—his hair was so, so soft. And his eyes . . . his eyes spoke of his beautiful spirit.

 

My friend asked if I was thinking of getting one of the dogs. I said I was interested in the fluffy one. She was interested in the puppy. So we applied for the dogs, and after the applications were reviewed, we left with our dogs.

It was primarily an impulse decision on my part. (I don’t recommend getting a dog on impulse, by the way.) It was both exhilarating and terrifying. I brought home this dog . . .

. . . and everything changed. I kept his name—Cupid. Nothing else seemed to fit. His middle name is Blackstone after the title character of Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files. This boy has a magical ability to get in and out of things, and I wouldn’t have him any other way.

So that’s Cupid. I’ll share more about him in blog entries to come. But first, come back tomorrow to meet Clayton.

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  1. Heather says:

    Wow! I love reading how the connection with pets take place. And that adoption picture just about breaks my heart! Thank goodness for the trip from LA. :)

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