Boyfriend and I had been looking for a dog for quite some time. We were on the search for a hypoallergenic dog (preferably not a mixed breed) that wasn’t a puppy but wasn’t very old either. We trekked around the city for several months visiting nearly every rescue we could find. But we kept coming up short.
Then last Friday we got a phone call about a 2.5-year-old silver miniature schnauzer named Smokey. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the most ideal timing considering boyfriend was just about to leave town for the weekend. Nonetheless, we returned the call and from the sound of it, he seemed pretty awesome. We requested pics to be e-mailed immediately and upon opening them, I started crying. I know, seems a bit over dramatic (and it probably is) but that’s how much I loved the little man right off the bat. He was perfect. This cute, cuddly, furry fuzzball of a dog was looking for a new home.
I rushed out to the rescue to meet him that afternoon and quickly fell in doggie love. He was precious. This sweet, happy pup seemed absolutely perfect. But could I really make this decision with boyfriend hundreds of miles away? So, I slept on it. Or so I thought… I got home and couldn’t sleep all night. I got up the next morning and hurried over to the rescue once more to see him. After an hour or two of signing paperwork, calling the boyfriend, playing outside and getting licked all over my hands, face and feet, it was done.
HE WAS OURS.
We scheduled Smokey for surgery (which of course, he still isn’t very happy about) and boyfriend–who had returned from his weekend trip–and I picked him up the following evening. He was super groggy from the anesthesia and probably doesn’t even remember his first night at home, but bringing him home was such a great feeling. The past week has most definitely been a learning experience (and a true test of our patience) but we’re all coming along great. Little Smokey (whose name has since changed to Loui) is full of love, life and most of all lots and lots of sweet kisses.
Meet Loui.
- L
