I have been actively searching for a dog for 4 months. Almost every day I log in to PetFinder and search "Australian Shepard, female, any distance." I have scrolled through hundred of dogs and read countless bios about temperament and predispositions to chasing cats.
Twice I thought I found "the one" only to have them adopted before my emails were even read by their rescues. Each time I felt the sadness of a lost opportunity and hope that it meant it just wasn't the right dog, not the right time.
On Friday, I was talking to the elderly dog who's house I am sitting while doing the dishes.
"You know, Katrina. I should just stop looking. I can't find her. Maybe I'm not supposed to get a dog."
*Katrina looks up from the carpet, gives me a heavy sigh*
"It's been months."
*Rolls on her side with a grunt*
"You're right. I haven't been to the shelter in a while."
*Shifts her body weight*
"Just to look. Maybe if I tell them what I'm looking for they can keep an eye out for me."
So I headed over to Harvest Hills, which was close to where I was staying in Maine. I looked at the few dogs they had but none of them seemed like MY dog.
I drove all the way over to Conway Area Humane Society and approached the front desk.
"Can I help you? Are you here to see a dog?" the woman asked.
"Yes. And no. I am here because I'm looking for a dog." I looked around and saw a little Australian Cattle dog behind the glass. "Those guys are already adopted, right?" I knew they were because I had been obsessively following CAHS's Facebook posts with my fingers crossed.
"Yes. But ... we do have one more puppy. She only just came out of quarantine today. If you want to see her I can go get her. She's an Australian Shepard mix."
My exact thought: AREYOUF******KIDDINGME?!
But I played it cool. I only cried a little bit.
"Are you serious?! That is exactly what I've been looking for!"
"Do you want to meet her?"
The woman went and got her and when she came back around the corner my heart melted. The most adorable little brown fluff ball I've ever seen was staring at me with her little brown eyes.
"Can I play with her? Is there a room?"
"Uhhh we have dogs in all the rooms right now. But it's nice out. We can go outside."
When she plopped that puppy in the grass she ran to my feet and jumped on my ankles. I sat down cross legged and starting cooing.
"Oh my god, you are the cutest thing I've ever seen."
She ran over to the statue that all the dogs pee on and vigorously sniffed it. She curiously made her way towards the windows. When the woman called to her she turned right around and ran full speed back to my lap, climbed on my legs, put her paws on my chest, and proceeded to lick my face.
I looked up at the woman and said "How do we make this happen?"
Fast forward to Monday morning. After having counted down the hours until I could pick her up, I was more than a little anxious on my drive over. I walked into CAHS with a crate, a collar with an engraved tag, and my adoption fee in an envelope labeled "Delilah."
That's how I found my new best friend.