I love dogs. I'm also allergic to dogs. As such, the type of dogs I can get are pretty limited to things bred with poodles, and some of the terrier types of dogs. I also think adopting dogs is a really good thing to do. So, starting when I bought my house, I had been trolling the internets for poodle mix dogs to adopt. I really wanted a puppy, but any small-ish breed dog would do. But they always went so quickly, and I could never just commit.
So easter last year, a little more than a year ago, I am visiting my grandparents, and Julia is visiting her parents (we aren't holidaying together yet). Julia's friend Mary peruses the shelter listings for fun, and is a fairly frequent visitor at the shelter, and she stumbled upon a little, messy, hairy, matted black dog named Timor at the Wicomico County Humane Society. The description said he was a cock-a-poo, and that was good enough. So Julia tried calling me. I didn't get the call. And she filled out the form anyway, putting at the top that she could take Timor to work with her. I had no idea really, I did get a call, and it sounded like a 14 year old girl screaming on the other end of the line, so I really didn't know what was going on. I knew they were looking at a dog, and they were filling out an application, but I couldn't get enough reception to find out the whole story.
Two days later, Julia got a phone call, and we raced out to the Eastern shore, and got Timor. We then decided it was a awful name, so after much debate (Dirtbike? Morgan? ...?), we arrived at Rowdy.
And this is Rowdy. He's been with us for a year, and he's become a huge part of our family.