While driving home from a similarly whimsical weekend vacation in Gaitlinburg last Fall, Adam and I decided to get a dog. It started like this: "Want to stop and get a dog on our way home? Okay." (But seriously, who does that?) It ended after several hours at PetSmart, where Bella fell in love with this adorable little guy.
Meet Myles, named for his discovery on I-75 and the fact that had traveled several miles from his original reported location by the time a rescuer retrieved him.
There were many, many dogs in the adoption center. We ogled puppies and played with very large, very hyper, very timid, and very beautiful animals. But this little guy, a three-year-old Lhasa Apso mix with an under-bite and a heart murmur, was the one for us.
He came to us leash-trained and house-broken, with a quiet, hesitant bark and unexplained, yet-to-be-conquered fear of stairs. He dislikes dog food, leading me to believe that he was fed from the table by his previous owners. We often wonder if he was mistakenly lost. It's difficult to imagine anyone purposely abandoning him.
I have never been a successful pet owner, despite a few attempts. But this time, we found our match. Myles the Wonderdog is a loving and gentle pet. We are thankful to the Humane Society for introducing him to our family.
He's supposed to be Bella's puppy, and while they do play great together...
(Yes, that's a purple shirt on a boy dog. And a ponytail. He likes it.)
he often follows me around the house, and his favorite place in the world seems to be right about here.
If you can't tell, that's my leg.
He likes to chew on socks and roll in the snow. He loves to be brushed and wear shirts. He runs to the door as soon as he hears a car in the garage and he waits in the kitchen for a treat when he knows it's time for one. His favorite snack is peanut butter, especially these no-bake doggy treats I found on Pinterest. He's cuddly and playful and generally adorable. And he seems as grateful to have found us as we are for the same.
Myles the Wonderdog: a wonderful dog, wonderful companion, wonderful addition to our family, the wonderful result of a wonderful whim.
Because, you see, what begins as a whim, very often ends as a cherished memory. Or at least that's how it tends to work out around here. I hope it stays that way.