Sometimes You Get What You Wanted

So Sam took Bruce hiking on Arabia Mountain last week. We want to take him camping with us in the future so Arabia is an easy practice run. While there, he stopped by the visitors' center. The lady who worked there saw Bruce's cute face and told Sam that she had found an abandoned puppy that looked a lot like Bruce. Sam took a look at her and she seemed very sweet. Animal Control was on their way to come get her when Sam called me at work to tell me about her. "Take her!" I said! "I want her, don't let Animal Control have her!" So Sam took her home. We didn't know her back story, obviously, so that Saturday I took her to Sam's work to get her scanned for a microchip. The whole time between Wednesday and Saturday, I was trying to not get too attached to her. Which was incredible hard to do considering she followed me everywhere, wanted nothing more than be cuddled, and would fall asleep with her head in my lap. So when we did get her scanned, we found out she did have a microchip and my heart sank. I did the right thing, called her microchip company and gave them my contact information to forward to her owner. That was Saturday. No one called all weekend. We were officially in limbo. Fortunately  they both fit inside the same crate, we had a pink collar for her to wear, and plenty of puppy food. I even had a new name for her. The microchip company told me her official name was Pen, which I instantly hated. On Monday morning, a strange number called and I hesitated answering but did anyway. The woman on the other end told me she just got a message that I had her dog. My heart, hanging out above my stomach since Saturday, sank even lower. I told her we did have her at our house and she was healthy and happy. The woman then told me how she had adopted her from a kill shelter but her HOA made her give the puppy away due to her pit heritage. ***Sam has been in the veterinary field for over ten years and has never encountered a vicious pit. He has been bitten by a Pomeranian and a Boston terrier, but all pits he has met have been well-behaved, sweet animals. Pits, like all other animals and children are victims of circumstance more often than they are victims of genetics.*** Anyway, she had done her best to find what she thought was a good home. But apparently her energy may have been too much for them so they removed her collar and let her loose around Arabia Mountains bike paths. The woman was relieved that I ended up with her and I was able to get more information about her history. The puppy's birthday was April 29 (my birthday!!!), she was up-to-date with shots and had been spaid. She promised to try and get her paperwork sent over to me from the shelter and that I could consider her officially mine!!! I breathed a big sigh of relief. I can't wait to go home and give Willa Arabia McFarland a big hug! Willa, by the way, is named in honor of the Arabia Mountain employee that took her in, Willette. When Sam and I first discussed getting puppies, we wanted 2, a boy and a girl. When we got Bruce, they wouldn't let us have 2 at the same time that were the same age. We were disappointed but decided we could a get a girl later. I never expected for it happen quite this way, but I'm glad it did. Willa has a stable, happy home and I have my girl!

Now for some photos!!! Willa is the one with a pink collar and a white chest and paws.