Yuki poses at our local dog park.
Kristen Seymour
In honor of National Animal Shelter Appreciation Week, we've asked our bloggers to share their stories of shelter animal adoption.
On a warm fall Saturday in 2002, my fiance and I stopped in a
Petsmart to buy cat litter. While he searched the aisles for the right brand, I wandered over to one of the pet-rescue groups,
Puppy Hill Farm, that sets up shop in the store each weekend. I'd grown up with dogs, but my fiance hadn't, and I had yet to talk him into adopting one.
As we were about to leave the store, we both stopped in our tracks. A young couple was bringing in a black Labrador mix puppy, and we overheard something about it being their roommate's dog, for which they couldn't provide care after the roommate had dropped out of school and moved home. It took my husband about five seconds to fall in love with this puppy. It took me less time.
We named the dog Yuki, and she quickly became an enormous part of our lives. Yuki exhibited typical puppy behavior, but was eager to please and very smart, so although she was large (about 60 pounds), she went everywhere with us. We took her tailgating, to outdoor restaurants, up to Canada for vacation, and she was even in our wedding. She was the perfect running buddy, but was gentle enough to take on visits to my grandmother's nursing home.
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