When I decided to quit my job in Kansas City and accept my current job in Baton Rouge, I would often answer the inevitable question of why I was quitting and moving across the country with a half truth – because I wanted a dog. It was only a half truth because I was truly miserable at my old job and was looking for any escape route but also because I wanted to be home enough to have relationships, including one with a dog.
I love block-headed dogs. Our family Labrador was block-headed and gorgeous. I also like unusual coloring like orange or blue or brindle. I was exposed to a wonderful lady who fosters dogs in Kansas City. You can read her blog at Our Waldo Bungie. She had an amazing pit bull named Moby who I adored. The timing wasn’t right for me and he ended up with his forever Mom – read their blog here. But I was hooked. I wanted a pit bull.
Insert new life in Baton Rouge – house, steady hours at the new job, and the pit stop rescue group. I’ve been looking at their adoptable dogs for several months now and decided to fill out the application last Friday. I was thinking this process would take a little while (read: a month or more) but it came back approved the same day! It was also good timing because they were having an adoption event on Sunday so my friend and I decided to go.
The original dog I was thinking of adopting wasn’t able to make the event which turned out to be quite alright. He is a little more high energy that what I really wanted. When we walked up, Murph was laying very still in a kennel and taking in the whole scene. He alternated raising his eyebrows are me when I would make eye contact – our old Lab used to do this and we called it the railroad crossing eyebrows because they look like the alternating blinking lights of a train crossing. We looked and played with several other dogs but I came back to Murphy.
I don’t know a lot about his past and maybe I never will but he is shy. In fact he is named after Audie Murphy, a famous WW2 army soldier because he army crawls to get around. I think I’m going to call him Murph – also after a heroic solider – this time Navy SEAL Michael Murphy. He must have had some terrible experiences on a leash in the past to be like this. He’s submissive, not aggressive and actually gets along with toddlers and other dogs quite well (both were at this event and he was giving kisses).
I was hooked.
We had the home visit yesterday afternoon and he is now on his 7 day sleepover with me! If all goes well (and I think it will), I will sign official adoption papers next week 🙂