My Life Was Changed By A Train

A few weeks ago B got an email about an old redbone coon hound that needed adopting.  He immediately wanted to adopt him.  It wasn’t unlike the feeling I had after I had seen Cash’s picture and a few weeks later heard he was going to PetSmart hopefully to be adopted.  In my mind, if he was going to be adopted, he was going to be adopted by me.  Now in both of our situations, neither of us were looking for a dog, but immediately knew that this dog’s home was with us.  I think that’s probably how it goes, if it’s right, you just know this dog is supposed to be in your family.

Well someone spoke up before we did and the dog ended up in Virginia with a family that had never had an indoor dog before but was willing to give it a try for this old boy.  When B heard the news, he was heartbroken.  He woke up in the middle of the night to tell me, “I hope he poops in their house, then they won’t want an indoor dog for sure.” 

Well evidently the “praying for poop” campaign worked, because we got an email from the rescue lady that the adoption had not, in fact, worked out, and the family wasn’t ready for an indoor dog.  We were to meet her on Sunday so she could see the home and meet us.

When she got there, we put Cash outside so he wouldn’t be overwhelmed with excitement (Cash is very high strung) and met the dog with much excitement of our own.  We took him outside to meet and play with Cash.  They immediately got along, even though he’s an old lazy dog and Cash is a 5 year old ball of energy.  When we took them back inside and we were talking with the lady about what she knew of him (he was found in a ditch in Kentucky nearly starved and flea and tick-ridden, but is now up to date on all shots and parasite-free).  Cash still wanting to play, was really enthralled with him, he, on the other hand, wanted nothing more to do with playing.  He jumped up on the couch (which is completely allowed in my house) and curled up on B and put his head on his chest.  We all agreed, he had found his home. 

He is Leon, the 8 year old redbone.  Welcome home, Leon.

Edit: This picture was not posed.  That is exactly where he crawled.