When I was finishing up my senior year of college, I began my search for a pooch. I don't know what made me want a dog - I never wanted one before.
So I began the search for the perfect dog to live with in my apartment: medium-sized, short hair & low-shed, non-barker, good with people, non-pitbull. Not that I totally bought in to the pit bull-hype (okay, maybe a little), but I was a renter and knew that at the very least a pitbull would make renting more difficult.
I looked at dogs at least once a week in person and nearly everyday online for almost three months. There was always something not quite right. Too timid. Too hyper. Too small. Too big.
One day while looking at a beagle-mix named Coleman at the Humane Society, a small pitbull on medical hold barked and barked at me. I thought she was cute, but she had two strikes on my list!
Coleman didn't turn out to be the one for me and I found myself back at the Humane Society the next week. The little pitbull was of medical hold and still barking at me. I decided to take her out and visit with her even though she didn't fit my requirements.
Oh, how wrong I was! As soon as I got her in the visiting room, she climbed into my lap and licked my face. I was immediately in love.
As it turns out, she was everything on my list: she's a medium-sized dog that doesn't shed; she's barked a dozen times in 3 years; she loves people; and most importantly she is a pitbull.
How did you know your pooch was The One?