We decided that we're ready for a dog. Not a puppy. A dog. So we've been going through craigslist, petfinder.com, and various animal shelter websites looking for a match. We wanted a small to medium dog, at least a year old, one that doesn't shed too much, and a with nice temperament.
On Friday night, we found him.
He was a stray rescued by the shelter from animal control. He came in completely matted and had to be shaved down to the skin. The people at the shelter had him for over a month, and described him as really mellow, kinda mopey, and not into toys or balls or anything. He just liked attention and loved being a lap dog.
He spent all of Saturday and Sunday just following us around quietly, and jumping on our laps any time we attempted to sit down.
Turns out he was just depressed.
On Sunday night, he finally figured out that he was home for good, and warmed up to us.
And he ran! And he was excited! And he can fetch! And he DOES like toys!
But lucky for us he's still a good lap dog.