I never meant to start the Adoption Gallery. But then again, I never meant to fall in love with my foster dog Olive either, and I wouldn't trade that mistake for anything.
I had one week of free time before starting my new job, so I spent it at the shelter doing laundry, walking dogs, and playing with the cats. It was just another normal Friday when I was making my rounds, handing out morning treats, and I saw an older puppy cowering and shaking in the corner of her kennel. She had a runny nose and eyes that made me feel like I could read her mind. She was scared. Her brother had just been adopted, she didn't feel well, and there were noises coming from every direction. When I picked her up out of the kennel, she curled into my arms and I felt her body relax. I instantly knew she was coming home with me for the weekend. Funny enough, my building's strict no visiting dogs policy and 25 pound weight limit conveniently slipped my mind.
I brought her home without telling a soul. My friends were caught completely off guard when a little black puppy greeted them at the door. But, by Sunday, she'd stolen all our hearts, especially mine.