Today’s Fur Baby Friday is coming to you from 2007, the year we adopted Kobe. He was six months old when we got him. Husband and I used to go to the animal shelter in undergrad and play with the dogs. We met Kobe in March, when he was quite sadly named Frank. We had taken a whole group of friends to the shelter, and Husband snatched up Kobe for walking. Our friends walked 2-3 puppies a piece, but an hour later, and we still had Kobe.
He wasn’t officially up for adoption yet, so we had to come back two days later at six in the morning, when the shelter opened. If someone else wanted him? We would have had to participate in a raffle. I actually thought I was going to have to cut someone who was watching us play with him while we waited for official adoption time – but they were waiting for his little brother. So they were allowed to live.
He’s the fat kid on the right. Our theory is he was eating all of the food and that’s why his litter mates are progressively smaller. He still eats all the food and has about doubled in size since his adoption.
We then had to leave him again while we waited for them to neuter him.
We were able to pick him up at noon. He was very sad and cuddly, as I would imagine anyone would be after some surgery. But he was still sweet as pie and an excellent dog from the beginning. His adoption is the reason I’m no longer allowed to visit the dogs at the shelter. Far too dangerous when they show up with faces like this.
He is so damn cute! I love him and I wish I could meet him. Him and Tilly are the same color I think.
They are about the same color. Tilly could probably curl up next to him and disappear.
What a handsome face!! I can totally relate to the emotions between the time you fall in love with your furbaby and the day you can bring him home!
Loved reading your adoption story! I too adopt, and I volunteer with an animal shelter. They make the best furbabies in the world
They really do! More people need to give them a chance!