Adopting dogs is kind of like accidentally finding gold.
In my experience, all the dogs my family has adopted have been perfect. Now, I know that might not be the case with all dogs but I do stand by this saying:
“There is no such thing as a bad dog, only a bad owner”
The most recent dog that my family adopted, Sparky, was a rescue dog. He came from a hoarder’s house where there were a lot of other dogs living as well.
Sparky is the one dog that we had to be patient with, he was a little skittish at first, but it did not take him long at all to finally come around and warm up to my family.
The day that we went to adopt him, we took him to the Christmas tree farm and got our tree that same day
Sparky is now seven years old and sleeps most of the time. He is the definition of a lazy dog. When Sparky isn’t sleeping, he loves to play in piles of leaves, go on hikes, and drink the water out of potted plants, instead of his water bowl.
Another dog that we adopted was Flash. He is the first dog I have any memories of. We only had Flash for about four or five years, he grew to be much bigger than we expected when we adopted him.
His size and constant need to jump over fences made it difficult to keep him in our very mediocre sized backyard so, we gave Flash away to a very nice family who had a lot of land. Flash was taught to be a cattle dog and worked on the families farm, they mailed us pictures of him one time!
And yes, he was named after Flash Gordon.
I hate to play favorites but, Miley was my favorite dog we ever adopted.
Miley was just about a year old when we adopted her. We had just dropped Flash off at his new home and my second grade self was absolutely heart broken.
It was not more than a month later that my dad came home from work holding a ball of fur that was named Martini, which was a very concerning name to a second-grader.
Miley was a Shih-Tzu that was full of personality and energy. When my brothers and I would have friends over, she would play with us and run around the backyard and house chasing us and wanting us to chase her.
Sadly, after fourteen years of friendship, Miley passed away. While losing her was one of the most difficult things I have been through, being able to call her my dog for that long is also one of my best memories.
Till next time,
Megan Franklin
The Underdog 