Please allow me to introduce to you.. Zerbert!
Since Wednesday afternoon, we've been working on adopting another dog into our family. It started with an adorable French Bulldog being listed for adoption on the Humane Society's website. He was adorable, but was snatched up quickly. That was great for him, but a bit sad for us.
Yes, we have two lhasa apso girls already, Maggie and Millie.
Bill's home all day, every day, and takes good care of the girls with walks and romps and lots of snuggly naps. We just knew Buster, the Frenchie, would be right for us. Since that didn't work out, we had to decide whether we wanted to continue considering to adopt another pup or wait for a while.
We checked the Humane Society's website once more, and there he was - Zerbert! He looked like a wooleybooger! A yeti! A blonde rastafarian!
We headed back down to the HS right at opening time, and declared our intent for Zerbert. Someone else had beaten us to him, and placed a 4-hour hold on him. They were interested in adopting him for someone in Seattle, and their hold was going to expire at 11:30. It was 10:00, so the countdown was on!
We requested a meeting with him anyway, ever-hopeful things would work out for us. We met him for the first time in one of the meeting rooms, and he was a total sweetheart. We'd seen some dogs who were shy, nervous, aggressive, and timid. Zerbert won us over within moments.
He looked much bigger than his advertised 13 lbs because of his coat. He was found on Jan. 3 in a town in California, and then transferred up to OHS on Jan. 10. He'd had a cherry-eye repair, had been neutered, and had a baby tooth removed the day before, and yet he STILL was cheerful and happy to see us.
We were hooked, and knew that Zerbert was going home that day, one way or the other. Hopefully with us! We requested to be on the hold list for him - if the first person interested in him for some reason could not take him, we were up next for the opportunity.
It's 10:30 by now, so we had an hour to wait. Rather than pace around OHS, we headed home and got the girls in their harnesses. We knew they'd have to meet Zerbert, and figured a walk would help expel a bit of their high-voltage energy! Of course, if either Maggie or Millie didn't like Zerbert, we would not bring him home, but we were hopeful.
As we were finishing our walk, the time on the first hold was expiring, so I called OHS. The person with the first hold did not return to claim Zerbert, so our 24-hour hold window would start once we applied to adopt him at the office.
You can bet that was the fastest and slowest trip to OHS we've ever made LOL
We introduced the girls to the boy one at a time to give them a chance to decide how they felt about him without the chance of ganging up on him. He was still so happy and bouncy and pleasant - very well mannered for a younger boy. Maggie was the one we weren't sure would like him, but she slowly warmed up to him. Millie couldn't be bothered to pay him much attention, but when she did, she was fine with him. Once we had all three in the room together, they chased and sniffed and considered their options, and got along very well.
If we wanted him, he was all ours!
We went through the paperwork and the process, and in the end it was all worth it. We brought Zerbert home last night, and he took right to the house. He also took right to Bill. That is Daddy's boy for sure! We're working out his name still. He'll always be Zerbert, but we go back and forth between calling him Bertie and Zerbie. We'll settle on something soon, along with Nugget, Good boy, Punkin, and Mama's baby LOL
Because he'd had his noogies clipped on Thursday, we have to wait until he's healed before we can bathe him. He was soooooooooo matted though that he was uncomfortable. His eyes had been matted and caked with eyeboogies, but OHS had shaved that off mostly when they had him sedated for his procedures. His tail was heavy with mats, not to mention all the ones on his undercarriage. He was just a mess, so we opted to go ahead and cut him down as close as we could.
This is what Bill buzzed off of our new boy:
That's about a half pound of hair!
There's still some fine-tuning to do with his coat, but for now he's much more comfy, and wearing a very manly gray camouflage vest to help keep him warm without his giant woolly coat. He seems to feel so much better now that he's a nekkid boy!
I love my pack!