Later that day, Kev and I went downtown and looked at doggies in a shelter downtown. We'd been thinking of getting a dog for a long time, but waffled forever about what kind of breed we wanted, etc. and so on. We had thought about going to Indianapolis Monday to look at some goldendoodles -- smaller versions of golden retriever, with enough poodle in them to be somewhat less allergenic than most dogs. Would have been a good breed for us, I think, but in the end, we decided that we just weren't comfortable buying breed dogs when there are so many in shelters.
So downtown we saw Henry, a schnauzer mix, and Rocky, a totally adorable and insane puggle puppy. We thought about both of them, but Rocky was probably too high energy frenetic for our lazy lifestyle, and was likely to be adopted almost immediately anyway. And Henry was very sweet, but quite a bit older; past middle age and heading into old age, which seemed a bit sad for a first dog. Though we did like him a lot -- I hope someone good adopts him soon.
So we didn't get a dog Monday. But on Tuesday, we drove out into the suburbs to a huge shelter in Huntley, about an hour out from us. And there we found...
[to be continued...]