Emerson
Emerson
Two years ago today, I adopted my first dog, a Lhasa Apso mix, from the Oregon Humane Society, a local shelter here in Portland. The process involved two visits, a trip to PetSmart to stock up on supplies, and one sleepless night. Visit number one was prompted by an ad I had seen online, describing the 1-year-old dog as a very sweet boy in need of a loving home and a lap to cuddle on. That day after work, poised with directions from MapQuest, I arrived at the shelter to see him for the first time.

After weaving through several hallways full of every size, shape and breed of dog, I found myself in front of the dog from the ad. Sitting against the wall in the back of his cage, there he was. He was noticeably shy and timid, trembling and hesitant to come up to greet me. After some coaxing, he stood up and slowly meandered to the front of his cage to sniff my hand through the small opening. I was in love. Not one to make impulse decisions, I decided to sleep on it. I would return the next day, and if he were there, I told myself, I would most likely adopt him.

After a sleepless night during which I couldn’t get his brown eyes and tiny nose out of my mind, I woke up early to drive back to the shelter. One of the volunteers placed him in my arms and he cuddled up to my neck. A few moments later, I heard myself telling the volunteer I would take him.

He insisted on riding on my lap on the way home. I know this is not the safest way for dogs to ride, but he was scared and needed some extra comfort. The days following were a blur. I named him Emerson, and as my first dog, he patiently adjusted to the trial and error of my learning curve of dog ownership. During the following months, we tried different foods, crates (later relinquished altogether), toys and training methods. Because I work at the main headquarters of Banfield, I was fortunate to have a constant supply of knowledgeable co-workers, always eager to offer me tips and support.

Two years later, I think we have finally gotten the hang of things. Emerson and I still have our moments of training relapses and adjustments to our routine, but overall, we are bonded buddies. He has come a long way from being a timid, fearful dog with a troubled past, to an outgoing and confident pup. I could not imagine my life without him greeting me at the door every day when I get home, barking at suspicious-sounding noises outside, or poised on his favorite ottoman, gazing out the window.

If you’re considering adopting a Pet, conduct research to determine the best breed/type for you, and then visit PetSmart’s adoption event during the weekend of Feb. 12-14, 2010 at all local stores. Your new Pet might be waiting!


Comments:

  1. Aunt Megan said:

    As Emerson’s aunt Megan I can attest to every word of this – he is simply a constant source of joy for our whole family. I can’t imagine not seeing him at my sisters side. Worse yet, who would I be able to buy all those petite little sweaters for?;) Adopt today!

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