Misty came into my life in September 2000. She was a little over 2 years old.
My 7 year old sheltie, Munchkin, had been severely injured that March by a German Shepherd. We had spent countless hours at our vet, having bandages changed, as often as 5 times a week for three months straight. As a result, we became very close with the entire staff. New friends. A second home.
When another client told them she was looking for new homes, good homes, for her three shelties, the vet immediately thought of me. The woman had taken a new job, where she was going to be out of town a lot. She did not think it was fair to her dogs. She wanted a better life for them.
When the vet called, I was a bit unsure. Munchkin had been my "heart dog". We had a very special connection, especially after surviving the vicious attack. However, I was excited to think about gaining the love of another dog.
Jeff and I agreed to meet the woman and two of her dogs at our house. One dog had already found a new home.
The woman brought Misty and an older dog . We let Misty out in the yard. Munchkin was unsure of all this, and barked his head off. Misty pranced and pranced. Now, I realize she was nervous. I thought she was the most beautiful dog I had ever seen.
We agreed to take her, and try it out for a few days. If Munchkin didn't take to her, we'd give her back.
I remember us holding onto Misty while the woman pulled out of our driveway. How heartbreaking it must have been for her. I don't know how she gave Misty away.
We hung out for the day. The woman called later to see how it was going.
Fine. I remember saying, "She doesn't bark."
"Oh yes she does," the woman assured me.
Munchkin took a few days to get used to a sibling.
Misty took a few days to get used to her new home. She began barking.
A few months later, her former owner was driving by while I was out walking the dogs. She stopped, got out of her car, bent down, and expected Misty to come to her.
Instead, Misty hid behind me.
Misty was mine.