Guest Post by Dog Gone Seattle adopter Julie D. Barnes
I acquired my first ever dog a few months ago, an eight week old Terrier mix. The timing had never been right before: I either worked too many hours or rented non-pet-friendly apartments. My six year old son was desperate for a puppy, and now that we finally had a home with a private securely fenced yard, I struggled for a reason to say no.
Admittedly, I had always wanted an Old English Sheepdog, but did not think it would be fair to keep one in a city dwelling when they need a lot of space. I also became aware of how many dogs were without homes, and hence decided to look into adopting one from a shelter rather than purchasing one from a breeder.
I contacted Dog Gone Seattle, and lo and behold, soon found myself at home with a beautiful, four pound female puppy.
She was precious; with black, short smooth fur, and a tan coat at her calves, paws and eyebrows. Her tail was constantly wagging, and her joyful leaps and bounds never ceased to put a smile on my face. I was enamored.
I used to run five miles most mornings, but no longer can, as I was diagnosed with breast cancer last year; therefore having an energetic puppy to walk was perfectly aligned with my new low-key exercise regime and a great start to my day.
Little did anyone know that Covid-19 was going to impact our lives so suddenly and dramatically: Social isolation is not easy for anyone to deal with. So, maintaining a routine by waking up at the same time every morning to go dog walking has really helped me stay sane through this global pandemic. And having a cute puppy by my side is a perfect way to strike up conversation with passersby and make new friends (while practicing social distancing).
Pets bring so much joy into a home. There’s nothing quite like opening your front door to be greeted by a cuddly animal who is bouncing around with excitement at seeing you.
Adopting a dog has not only helped me, but it has also done wonders for my little boy.
He now has a fun, furry friend to play with during the school closures and is learning how to take care of another living being.
Stroking my puppy and receiving slobbery licks in return is soothing and makes me slow down when I am feeling overwhelmed. I never used to stop for a second, from the moment I rose, to the minute my head touched the pillow at night. Now, having to squeeze in multiple walks a day, gives me no option but to stay calm.
