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EndHawkeyeErasure t1_jdi04c8 wrote

Our first was actually the day before we moved in together, and it went something like, "I promise I never do this. But my friend called & has a dog she can't keep, and he's here (the town I was working in for my last day before moving across the state), so like... do you want a dog?" That was Apollo. I really hadn't (consciously) done that at the time... but looking back, that was a lie. Next was we were going to adopt a cat at my office. My job was to find a good cat that wouldn't wanna bolt out the door. I found a tripawd that I fell in LOVE with before my boss decided she wasn't ready. I was sad about it and he just goes, "... do... do we need to go get the cat?" That was Shiloh.

The last one was maybe the worst. My Hound dog had been living with my dad (we had an apartment, dad had land, better place for the hound) but Dad broke his heel and couldn't keep up with all of his pets, so I, without consulting my darling, patient husband, went, "yea sure we can take him back!!" Welcome home, Miller. (We now own a house with plenty of roaming room, but 1000sq feet with 2 kids and 2 dogs was NOT fun for a while.)

Tell your husband to send Christmas cards and call more. Lol.

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Lindaspike t1_jdi7hwi wrote

hahaha! when you're hooked you're hooked! whenever is see him looking at our shelter's website i think "uh oh." but we'll do anything for them and as i said, i never say no. they time that i was officially "the problem" we were at our neighbood pet shop getting food and litter. one sunday a month a small local cat rescue would be there with adopable kitties. i jokingly told them- "see that really tall blonde guy over there? just tell him they've all been adopted!" it became the running joke -"al and linda are here. all kitties are taken" when we'd walk through the door. one day he was in line trying to check out. i was chatting with the cat lady about some kittens - not super young but young-ish. they were left with their momma in a box on her front steps. they were all adopted except one who was licking my fingers. she said no one wanted him because he has polycystic kidney disease and will have a short life. i just said "we want him!" got Al out of line and said he's going with us. he went home and got the crate and that's how we got Avery! the shelter provided all the vet care and he had a couple of really great years with us and the other kitties. no regrets, believe me. here's a pic of my boy avery! he was so funny - jumped in the shower with me every day and would jump out an roll around on the bath mat!

https://i.imgur.com/XftzAfP.jpg

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