Shela was in the back of the cage at the Sherman St Humane Society location. When I saw her, I said, "Shela, would you like to come home with me?" They called her "Little Girl" but I had already decided her name was to be Shela. She jumped up and came forward to the cage door and put her muzzle thru the wire and said, Get me OUTTA HERE! PLEASE! (Of course, not in so many words, but that's how I interpreted her yips, whines, and entreaties) I signed for her right away, and it was lucky I did. She'd *just* been brought in and had to go through all the "procedures" before she could be adopted.
Two weeks later, they called to say "Little Dog" was ready. I jumped into Beulah and headed down to get her. There were SIX other folks there who'd signed for her, as well - after I had - ALL hoping! WHEW! They have a procedure where they have you and yer chosen dog come into a "meeting" yard together to see if all goes well. Shela was brought into the yard and the attraction was instant. Better still, when I opened Beulah's passenger side door for her "She" jumped right in, crossed over to the driver's side, sat down, and placed her front paws on the steering wheel, turned and looked at me with a smile on her face that said "oK, I'm ready, get in and let's go! She wasn't exactly happy when I had to tell her she wasn't going to get to drive Beulah. But, she crossed back over to the passenger seat, where my previous dog's safety harness was folded, sat down, and lifted her front paws one by one to be belted in just as if she'd done it a hundred times before. She does this every time she gets in since that day! But now I have to lift her in. She can't make the jump herself anymore at 15-years-old, but that's okay. She ain't heavy - she's my ANGEL!
EL CAJON, CA
