Since my last blog about "quote" Smartest Dogs "end quote" I've been thinking about my heritage and genealogy. I've been pawing over all kinds of info on my genetic make up and how I ended up in San Francisco. I have no idea where I came from. All that my parents have told me is that I was surrendered at a shelter somewhere in the country, Yolo County to be exact. They joke about me being scared of San Francisco because I grew up in the boonies. Well, I'm proud to say, I'm all city now people!
I really don't remember much about my time before San Francisco. I remember being taken to the SF SPCA where I was cleaned, fed and different people took care of me by taking me out for short walks. They were all really nice but I was so confused! I also remember the vet gave me shots, cleaned me and then put me in this glass room with some other dogs. Those dogs were so annoying! Both were chihuahuas, one was Rocky and he traveled all the way from San Jose. The other one was a girl named Missy but I can't remember where she came from. There were glass rooms all around us filled with other dogs and people would walk by all of the rooms and look at all of us. There were so many other dogs in other rooms. Some were babies and others were much, much older.
Rocky and Missy irritated me. When they weren't barking at every person, toy, shadow and movement they would try to get me to play with them. Listen fools, if you're nipping my ear and I don't get up, chances are I don't want to play. DEAL WITH IT.
It had only been 2 days in the room and one morning I saw this lady walk by and point at me. My two idiot room mates were yapping at me for not playing, I finally had enough of their chitter chatter and got up from the bed I was in, walked across the room and settled onto another blanket. I think I remember the lady shriek when I did that and pull the man next to her to come and look at me. The next thing I know, I was being taking out for an impromptu walk. It was so EXCITING!! Not only did I get to escape those loud chihuhuas, but this nice lady was paying all of this attention to me. I like attention.
After the walk, they came into the room with the man that worked at the SPCA and I immediately put my paws on her knees because she sounded nice and smelled fantastic. She kept rubbing me behind my ears and on my head and she turned to the man she was with and this was what was said:
Lady: Aw, sweets!! He's the one! Look at how cute he is. He's got one floppy ear and one straight one, OH! and the sweetest eyes, and look how much he likes me!!! Plus he's a pug!
Man: Uhh... what's wrong with his eye?
**[I have a cherry eye condition but that's for another post]**
Lady: I'm sure it's nothing serious otherwise he wouldn't be here.
Man: Are you sure this is the one you want? We can come back on another day and look
Lady: It's my birthday and I think he's perfect. Don't you like him?
Man: I guess if you like him that's all that matters. But that eye....
Lady: I want him... what do I need to do to get him home? That's ok right? You're still cool with getting a dog because you have to like him too, ya know.
Man: Like what I think is going to matter in this situation (points to me smiling at the lady)
Lady: I LOVE YOU!!!
It was 2 more weeks until I saw them again but it was my mum and dad. That was the first day I met them and I knew they were the parents for me. As much as I give them a hard time about not paying attention to me and such, I always remember how lucky I was to have them walk in when I was at the SPCA. It's pretty sad because some of the other dogs don't get that type of immediate attention, especially if they are older. There are some dogs that come from the worst homes and they have horrible tales to tell about what life has been like for them. Lucky for me, I only remember the good times.
So, if you're seriously considering getting a dog, don't get one of those super expensive posh dogs... save one of my pals at the SPCA. Here's their contact info: http://sfspca.org/
12 years ago
