After losing Buddy, I wasn’t sure if I could ever go through that experience again. I didn’t know if we’d ever have another dog. But I guess time heals all wounds and after months of missing Buddy, we decided it was time for another pup.
Donna had spotted Millie online, at the Franklin County Humane Society, and she seemed like a good fit, based on what her foster parents had to say about her.
The shelter wasn’t opening until 11 a.m. on Saturday, June 17, so we got out for a ride on the Huckleberry Trail, after which we got cleaned up and headed for Rocky Mount.
Every dog in the shelter was barking as we made our way to Millie’s semi-outdoor cage, but not Millie. She was quiet, wagging her tail and happy to see people. She was also a wee bit filthy.
About 90 minutes later, we headed home with her. She did great in the car. Not a peep the entire time. As we got closer to home I began to notice an unpleasant aroma in the car and once we were home, we realized she had thrown up. Car sickness? All the excitement? We’re still not sure which.
After a tour of her new backyard and the downstairs of the house, it was time to give her a bath. Her coat was somewhat stained from a red, clay-like dirt at the shelter. She wasn’t so fond of her bath, but once she was all clean she got a tour of the rest of the house, at which time we realized the crate we had was not going to be big enough.
Donna stayed home with her while I ran out for a new crate, food, chew toys, etc. After that we took her to the Huckleberry Trail for a long walk. By the time we were sitting down for dinner, it was 8 p.m. and it had been a long, exciting, exhausting day.
