We picked up out newest foster pup on Sunday. Can I just say it was an…errrr…”different” experience.
First of all this is the first time I’ve ever had to go pick up a foster dog at a “warehouse” in the dark.
Second of all, upon meeting Mickey I officially realized I’m completely superficial and really was interested in bringing home a more attractive dog. And by “more attractive” I mostly just mean “healthy”.
Luckily I recorded the experience and can I say that I cracked myself up while editing this video? Probably because I know how uncomfortable I was with the whole “picking the dog up at night in a shady part of town” thing. You can just hear it…there are a lot of shaky sounding “umms” in the video. As in, “ummmmm are we safe” and “ummmm is this legal” and finally “ummmm is that seriously the dog you want to send home with me??”
Because let me tell you, Mickey was no looker. He was tiny and shaking and biting the cage door and his eyes were blood red. I couldn’t look at him…you can BARELY hear me tell the man helper that I thought the cages were mixed up because the Mickey in that cage looked nothing like the Mickey in the pictures. Poor poor Mickey.
The man was all, “do you see another dog you’d like to take home instead?” and I was all “DORIS?? DUDLEY?? GRETA???” and he was all, “no they’re all taken…would you like Victor?” and without blinking I said, “Yes! Victory would be great!”
Sight unseen.
Poor Mickey.
I do feel bad…but really…I think the children would have been afraid of him.
I’m not superficial.
I’m thinking about the children. I’m sure Mickey has a wonderful foster family right now.
SO without further adieu…I give you Victor.
Or as Maile calls him “Victor E.”
Hard to believe that when they found Victor E. he looked like this:
Seeee…there IS hope for Mickey!!