Saturday was a tough day at the rescue clinic. They had two litters of fresh puppies (huskies and lab/beagle mixes) plus stand-alone puppies. I get that some people want puppies, but my heart broke every time new people would walk right past Monty and head straight for the puppies with their eyes lit up. I get it, I do. Those puppies were freaking adorable. But for a six month old dog who’s pushing 60 pounds, Monty had some stiff competition. Of course, if I were in the market for another dog I’d have already written a check for his adoption fee. I love big dogs, I especially love big dogs who aren’t 12 weeks old! There are probably a lot of other people like me, but on the Saturday before Christmas it’s all families who want baby puppies. I know those pups need homes too, but dang it, my Monty and all the other older dogs deserve a home for Christmas.
A couple of hours into the clinic a nice woman stopped to meet Monty, she sounded like a perfect fit – she had a farm, a couple of other big dogs and, best of all, no children. But she seemed a little distracted; she had actually showed up to look at another dog. Quite a lot of time went by and the woman never came back for the walk with Monty I had offered her. Fifteen minutes before the end of the clinic most people were packing it in. I felt like the day was pretty pointless and I was thinking of just leaving too. But then she came back. The woman said she had talked to another volunteer and she wanted to take Monty for a little walk outside. I was so excited. She told me about her other dogs and that they were waiting in her truck. Since Monty isn’t the best with introductions, we let her dogs out and walked all three big doggies side-by-side until proper butt sniffing commenced. Before long Monty was trying to play with her shepherd and seemed to be having a good time. Turns out, the reason the woman hadn’t come back yet to see Monty was because she was busy being interviewed and approved for adoption!
Her husband hadn’t yet met Monty so we agreed to take Monty out to her farm the next day to check out the house and make sure Monty was a good fit. The first thing Monty did was explore and before you know it, he was dragging a giant bone (at least two feet long) down into their living room. It was adorable. No one can resist that kind of charm.
We left Monty in their care that evening. It was a really hard drive home for me. As tough as it was having three dogs, he really was a part of our family. This was happening just hours before we let him go:
I cried all the way home, they were a mix of happy and sad tears. I think the home will be awesome for Monty. There are cats, dogs, chickens and horses for him to play with and his new mom has already sent me a video of him romping with his new buddies in the snow. When we returned home on Sunday night I sat on the couch and cried and my sweet Wrigley was there for me.
Monty brought a lot of sweetness into our life and the least we could do was give him a place to sleep, eat, play and be safe along his journey to his forever home. If you’re thinking of adopting or fostering or are looking for a great place to make a year-end donation, Homeward Bound is a terrific organization.