desireearmfeldt replied to your post: “are you sure your dog is real? nothing should look that adorably fluffy I swear. :3”:
this is so cute i could cry
fallingdreamer replied to your post:
She is so cute! <3
alaynestone replied to your post:
sdashdgfbvshsjdsfgbjfs CUTIEEEE
ringingallover replied to your post:
I LOVE YOUR DOGE SO MUCH
THE LOVE OF MY LIIIIIFE.
I feel like I've told this story before, but we brought her home very late at night - we'd gone to get her and it was already after dark, because the people who had her were going out of town that next day. (We had tried and failed to adopt a couple of other doggies from the Humane Society, but because of our allergies, there are only specific breeds we can own, and those breeds are usually hard to come by, so they put you on a waiting list and then, as I recall, do a lottery? We'd missed two poodle puppies and a 3 year old Bichon, and I was starting to lose hope that we'd ever be able to get a dog, and then we found an ad in the paper for a litter of Bichon babies). So I called them on the phone the minute I read the ad, and they said they had two left, a boy and a girl, but if we wanted to look at them, we should come right away, because they were leaving the next day (and putting the dogs in day care/night kennel, they had two adults of their own, as well). We threw ourselves in the car and rushed right over, and when we got to the house, the first thing we saw were four fluffy white faces pressed up against the glass screen door, wagging their tails to meet us. Her brother was a shy, placid little darling, who did nothing but lay quietly at our feet and roll over to have his belly rubbed. She, meanwhile, insisted on being lifted up to see us, somehow managed to get herself on the back of their couch and walked along it to inspect us (and almost fell off, I remember catching her), and generally put on a show of her excitement. They told us she has quite a personality - she was the smallest of the litter and had to fight her brothers and sisters for food (she was even underweight at the time), but this had served to make her fiery and stubborn and hilarious because she wanted to make sure she got attention. They told us she would "never be a show dog" because her body is too long to qualify - as if this mattered to us at all?! Her ears were all buff colored instead of white (like this), and underneath her fur, she was all pink (she still is, she's the pinkest thing I've ever seen, even the stripe down her nose is baby pink). We would've taken both of them if we could have, but we couldn't afford it/didn't have the space, so it was kind of no question that we were going to bring home that silly little girl (I know her brother found a good home later). I couldn't believe they even had her left, she hadn't gotten picked first because of her size, but I'm also convinced that somehow she was waiting especially for us. I haven't had a lot of luck in my life, but some fortune or miracle was on our side that night. They wrapped her up in a blanket, put her on my lap, and we headed home. It was after midnight as we were driving up the hill to our complex, and we saw that the road was blocked off - a police officer stopped us and told us we needed to go another way, and when he shined his flashlight into the car, she lifted her little head to look at him, and he exclaimed, "Aw, look! A carpet with eyes!" (She was extremely fuzzy, she hadn't had her first puppy cut yet.)
When we took her home, my mother amusingly/futilely tried to put her in the kitchen because she wasn't potty trained yet (this ended up being fine, she has always slept through the night) - you know the scene in Lady and the Tramp when little Lady makes a fuss downstairs and finally manages to get herself upstairs and onto Jim Dear and Darling's bed? Well, Angel didn't even have stairs to navigate, she cried and cried until she squeezed herself under the baby gate and right into my room, and then she whimpered at me from the floor until I woke up, scooped her into my arms, and plopped her on a pillow next to me.
She never had to sleep in the kitchen again, neither one of us would stand for it. :')