Walking the dogs at the shelter has been the most enjoyable experience, but months before I even started I had
fallen for a big, fluffy fellow named Odie. He was part chow
and all personality. He loved walking in the sunshine and
would look up at me as if saying "Am I doing it right?" I took him to two events for the shelter and we had the best
time together. I so wanted to adopt him, but now was not a
good time for me . He was my first thought in the morning and the last thought at night. My mission was to help him
find his "forever home." I put up posters in the pet food
stores, groomers, stores, in the newspaper and on tv. Our
shelter was full and he had been there since January so I
knew he didn't have much time left. I e-mail all my friends
asking for help and desperately called others. Then a teenage boy and his dad came in to see the dogs. I'm told that Odie picked them and they spent some time with him.
They came back the next day and spent the entire afternnon
with him. The boy loved him and got down in the grass and
played with him and loved him. Odie had found his family.
They all rode home together with Odie sitting the front
between the boy and his dad. I cried with joy that he had
been adopted. Now I find theres a big hole in my heart because I probably won't see him again. As a voluntter you
hope they don't come back , but have a happy life in their
new home. I think about Odie everyday, hoping he is in the
sunshine enjoying his new life and family. I can picture him
walking beside the boy looking at him now and I know he's
" doing it right." I'll always remember my friend, Odie and
how I looked forward to getting to the shelter so I could
walk him and spend time with him. Good Luck, my friend Odie.
I hope you have a blessed happy life with your new family
and am so pleased that you have finally found your
"forever home>'