"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face." - Ben Williams
Thank you for all of the comments and emails of comfort. It's been a hard week since we had to put Jasper down last Monday.
We always said that when Jasper passed, that we were going to adopt a dog from a shelter. I know there are puppies in pet stores and on Craigslist, but I'd rather open my home to a dog who need one. Plus, I'm not a fan of the whining in the middle of the night/house breaking/puppy stuff that comes along with owning a puppy. Yes, they're adorable, I just don't have the time or patience.
So on Tuesday, I started looking at different local shelters. The house was just so empty without Jasper. I found a shelter that is about 3 miles from my house, and we decided to go up there after dinner. Not set on bringing a dog home that night, just wanted to see what they had.
We got there, and after being greeted, we went to see what dogs they had. The one that caught my eye was "Miller", a little chihuahua mix that I saw online. He was adorable, and super sweet, but we didn't want to just get the first one we met. So we met a few other ones, but they just didn't "click" with us. So we did the paperwork, and he came home with us.
We named him Titan. Hubby really likes those ironic names, like a great dane named Tiny, that kind of thing. I usually don't like chihuahua's, but I think he's mixed with a bit of terrier. He has these little wisps of longer hair, so he kind of looks like an old man.
They guessed him to be a year old. He was found wandering around a mall parking lot. He's been super sweet so far. A couple of small accidents in the house, but that's no biggie. It's been great to have him in the house, and he's convinced that my lap is the best seat in the house.