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  • How I came to be "mommy" to the most amazing furbaby ever.

    In April of 2012, I was about to move out of the tiny one bedroom apartment I had been living in into a much, much larger two bedroom condo with my friend. (We'll call her P.)

    P and I had spent a lot of time researching and house hunting for the perfect place, so that she could bring her two cats. We had to make sure that we could have pets where ever we decided to call home for at least the next year. We went to apartment after apartment after apartment, but we didn't find what we wanted. (More on the apartment hunt later.) Eventually we found the perfect place for us, a condo that someone was leasing out, listed under "large apartment."

    There were three things that made this apartment amazing, that pertain to this story.

    1. The rent was pretty cheap, and pet rent was included.

    2. We could have as many pets as we wanted (no limits!)

    3. There were no breed restrictions

    Since we had so much space to work with and I'm a complete sucker for dogs, I went on the Halo Animal Rescue website to see what types of dogs they had in their shelter. I purposely only looked at the shelter that took in dogs that were on the state's euthanasia list. I wanted to potentially adopt a dog that was mostly healthy, but just needed a little love.

    I told everyone (and myself) that I was only going to look. Besides, these were the dogs that have been abused, hurt, and who hadn't seen a lot of love. I wasn't sure I was going to find one that would be a good match for me.

    While I was looking online, two adorable furbaby faces stood out to me. One was an older pug, about 4 or 5, who was healthy, but since she wasn't a puppy, no one wanted her. Another was a "shy girl, possibly a pitbull, maybe something else" (true quote) mix who had been injured, and was about to hit the state's time limit on the allowable time in the shelters.

    I went to the shelter and spoke to the girl up front. She said that she would go find the pug, but she wasn't exactly sure where it was. (She was new.) I asked where I could wait, and she pointed out some benches to me. She also pointed out the outdoor play cage of euthanasia dogs, and said I was welcome to play with them. She leaned in close and said, sadly, "those are the dogs that might get put down on Monday. They've been in the state shelter too long, and Halo's trying to get them transfered here before that happens."

    I'm going to take a second to clarify something first. The "cage" was not small. It was a quite large outdoor area that was fenced in, but it had a chain link fence, too. There was one of those kiddie pools filled with water, and a ton of toys. It was a puppy playground.

    Always willing to play with dogs, I set my jacket and stuff on the chair outside the cage, and went into it. I sat down near one of the walls, and just played with whichever dog wanted to come over to me.

    One dog, a somewhat shy white mix, came over. I recognized her from the website, and was happy I wouldn't have to go find her. "Denver," I called out, and the "possible pitbull mix" came over to me. I let her smell my hand, and I pat her head. She seemed to take a liking to me, and to my surprise, she climbed into my lap. She climb up so that she was sitting in my lap, curled into my arm, and with her head nuzzled into my neck.

    Any time another dog came over, she would lightly bat them on the nose with her paw, as if to say "mine!"

    The kennel people never brought the pug over. Apparently I sat with Denver in my lap for over half an hour. I was just holding and cuddling with her, talking to her and petting her. After what felt like just a little bit of time, a worker came over to the gate. She just smiled at me, and said that she needed to take the dogs away now, it was time for baths. A small group of workers were holding leashes a couple yards away.

    I was upset. I didn't want them to take Denver away. I must have given the girl a super sad look, because she gave me a sympathetic smile and signaled another girl, who was standing by the door. "So you found your new baby?" she said, and I just nodded.

    The picture that is at the beginning of this story was taken almost a year ago. She's a lot healthier now, and she isn't skin and bones. Denver is still my cuddly, adorable baby. I love her, and she loves me. I couldn't be happier.

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