Let's put it this way, if anyone knows me, they know Farrah. We rescued her about year ago from Scottsville Pet Adoptions located in Rochester, New York. I always told myself that I wanted a puppy, and it HAD to be a weenie dog (because who doesn't want a weenie dog, am I right?) I was so held up on only wanting a puppy that I forgot there are many dogs that are just as adorable waiting for homes in the shelters.
Thank goodness for my wonderful boyfriend because he convinced me that we just don't have the time that a puppy requires, so we started to look around the shelters for older dogs. I remember having all of these requirements with me such as: not to big, not to small, not to old, not to young, no this and no that, etc. We walked around the local animal shelter downtown in Rochester and played with a few dogs. I remember feeling so sad because I knew that those dogs were lonely. They were on hard concrete floors, with a thin blanket. Some had gone to the bathroom on the floor that they were standing on. Don't get me wrong, the animal shelter is a great place. Not only are they helping save dogs lives, but they are fixing any health issues they might come with. There is only so much a shelter can do for a dog, especially when they are non-profit. Adam and I put our names on a few lists for dogs, meaning if the first person on their list decided they did not want them, it would go to the second person, etc. That day we decided we just were not done looking at dogs, so we went to Pet Smart in Henrietta, New York because they team up with Scottsville Pet Adoptions on Saturday's and there was still some time left to go look.
Walking up to the crates I remember seeing this young black and white dog pulling on her leash that someone else was holding. They were laughing at her because they thought it was cute, and I did too. The couple decided they didn't want her, and put her back in the crate. She immediately fell a sleep. I remember looking at her little face thinking "I need this dog". She looked so innocent while she was sleeping. Her name was Farrah, and she was only three months old at the time. That was definitely younger than we wanted, but her little face....I couldn't get over it. Adam and I we're so excited that we barely asked any questions about her (We got lucky, but make sure you ask questions when you adopt!). They told us they expected her to be around 50 pounds. Never owning a dog, we weren't sure how big 50 pounds looked on a dog. I remember panicking because if we wanted her, we could have her. It was so incredibly easy. I texted my best friend Lizz telling her about the dog, and telling her how I was afraid she would be to big for our apartment. She told me, "It doesn't matter how big the dog is going to be, just know that she'll love you, and be your best friend for life". And there you have it folks. I honestly have to thank Lizz for saying that because right after, we adopted her.
I guess the main point of the story is: ADOPT. It was one of the best decisions of my life. I have crazy, part-border collie mutt, and I couldn't be happier. She puked on my bed this morning, but her darn face is so cute, so it's a win-win.
Here is a year later!