October
2, 2011 started like any other Sunday. My now ex-boyfriend and I spent the
morning relaxing at home and browsing the Internet for our next great
adventure. Little did we know, in less than 12 hours, we would be dog
owners.
It
started innocently enough. We browsed the pet section on Craigslist
and oohed and aahed over the cute dogs. This was not the first time
that we had done so. It was fun looking at the pups and imagining
some day adopting one. We were both lifelong dog lovers.
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My first and last photo with Grizzley |
I
grew up with Grizzley, a golden retriever/husky mix who I still
consider to be one of the best dogs that ever walked the Earth. From
the age of five to my senior year of high school, Grizzley was my
best friend and I was heartbroken when she passed away in my arms on
March 1, 2003. It took me nearly nine years to even consider adopting
another dog albeit a large portion of those years I was in college or
struggling to find a job just out of college and in place to
financially support a dog (or even myself, at times).
Micah's
family owned several dogs throughout his childhood, including a
husky, Scottish terrier and a couple Boston terriers. He was no
stranger to dogs either. A family friend of his owned English
mastiffs and Micah fell in love with the gentle giants.
On
that fateful Sunday, Micah searched Craigslist for "mastiff."
My protests that an apartment wasn't the right place for a mastiff
fell on deaf ears and he quickly discovered a post for an 11-week-old
Italian mastiff. It had been posted only minutes before and Micah
decided to email about this dog. I thought he was crazy. We weren't
ready for a dog, were we? Let alone a dog that would grow to at least
100 lbs? But I figured what was the harm in emailing. We probably
wouldn't even hear back.
To
continue the madness of the day, we thought we'd visit the local
animal shelters and take a look at the dogs. I warned Micah that this
would be dangerous for me as I would want to rescue them all. Looking
at all the animals in need nearly broke my heart. We met an English
mastiff who had been dropped off by his owner because they had a baby
and decided they didn't have time for a dog anymore. He was seven
years old, which is getting up there for a mastiff, and it made me
both sad and angry that these people could abandon their pet after
all these years. This dog had just arrived at the shelter and was
still undergoing behavior tests. Besides, we wanted a puppy to start
our journey with. I hope that the mastiff found a loving home to live
out his life.
About
this time, we received a response from our Craigslist email. We had
been the first people to respond to the ad and the owner wanted to
meet us that evening. Again, we figured what could be the harm in
meeting her and the pup.
A few
hours later, we drove to an apartment about 20 minutes away from our
home. When we knocked on the door, we were greeted with a chorus of
barks. One of those barks belonged to Zoe. The other bark to the
owner's chihuahua mix.
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Zoe's first night home |
The
owner's mother let us into the house and we found baby Zoe, who at
the time was called Sophie, hiding under the dining room table
barking and growling at us. It wasn't the warmest of welcomes but I
suppose Zoe simply showed us her true colors as a guard dog right off
the bat. We spent a few minutes talking to the mother (the daughter
was too sad to see her pup go so she dropped her off with her mom)
and learned a bit about Zoe's story.
Zoe
had been taken away from her mother at a young age and the girl's
roommate bottle-fed her for a few weeks. The roommate ended up
leaving and Zoe became the girl's responsibility. But this girl had
accepted a job on a fishing boat in Oregon and feared that Zoe would
grow too big to stay on the boat. So at 11 weeks of age, Zoe was
looking for a new home.
The
woman offered to send Zoe home with us for the night for a trial run.
We were welcome to bring her back in the morning if it didn't look
like things were going to work out. Ha! As if I could ever turn a dog
away after I brought it into my home. From that moment on, I knew,
ready or not, we were getting a dog.
Micah
and I left Zoe at the house and made a quick trip to Target to get
some dog supplies. We bought a too-small harness (even at 11 weeks,
Zoe had outgrown the medium harness), retractable leash and car
kennel (the kind that's flexible and folds). When we returned, we
were able to convince Zoe to leave the safety of the table and join
us on the floor. We tried to fit her into the harness but we were
stumped on how it worked. We finally figured out that it simply too
small for her and Zoe figured out that she didn't have the brightest
new owners.
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Baby Zoe, 11 weeks |
A
miracle happened as we left the apartment and walked to the car. Zoe
suddenly decided that she liked us! We drove home with her and
excitedly introduced her to her new home. We spent some time playing
with her and then decided it was time to call it a night. We had her
flexible car kennel set up in the living room and, silly us, we
thought that's where she was going to sleep. But seconds after we
closed our bedroom door, there was a scratch on it. There sat little
Zoe, who had unzipped her kennel. We decided that she could sleep
with us this one night and the next day we went to Petco and bought
her an extra large metal crate so she could grow with it. Although
she slept in the crate at night for the first six months, we soon
began to let her sleep in the bed with us. But she still loves her
crate and often naps in it during the day.
The
next few weeks and months were spent potty training, socializing at
dog parks and dog beach and lots of learning for both us and Zoe.
I may
have been hesitant about getting a mastiff but she's now one of my
best friends and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
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Zoe with Mommy at Balboa Park and Zoe with Daddy at Del Mar Beach, both at at 11 weeks |