Misty's story

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.