I had been looking online at the pound to find a dog for my boss who had recently moved here. That was when I  saw her. She was beautiful, a replica of my Macy Bean. I quickly jotted down her ID number and went on a hunt to find the phone numbers of the other two people who adopted Macy's siblings. I called my fellow teacher first, and she said her little boy dog who she named Sam, had just died from Parvo a week earlier. So, that left one person, I called my old student and she said she was moving to Phoenix and the dog had gotten sick. She said she couldn’t afford the Vet costs, so she took the dog to the pound two weeks earlier.
My heart dropped. I knew if the dog was sick and had been at the pound for that long then she didn’t have much time. I called my boyfriend TJ in a panic, and being the fellow dog lover he jumped in his car and took the hour long drive to the pound. When he got there he called me so I could give him the number... no one could find her. I had just called there an hour earlier and they said she was still there... so where is she? TJ tore that place apart! He went through every kennel, forced is way in to the sick bay, left no doggie bed unturned. Still no dog… That’s when he demanded the rude pound staff member to take him to the “Kill Kennel.” Of course the fought us, we had to go through a lot of red tape, he said he wasn’t leaving until they let him back there. The “Kill Kennel” as they call it is located in a separate building, and they finally agreed to take him back, heavily escorted.
A few empty sad kennels down, and there she was… She was stripped of her identity, bleeding from her ear from a bit, and coughing so hard she could barely breathe. She was next in line; only about five minutes away from being put down, it was a miracle. TJ told the staff member to release the dog, and the guy said no! “Why would you want a sick dog? No one ever wants the sick ones.” All TJ could say was “Give me the dog!” After a very heated argument and a forty dollar bribe to the kennel supervisor, they finally let us take the dog. $350 dollars in vet bills later we brought our new bundle of joy home!
She was perfect. She was covered in Ticks, had tick fever, and a sever case of kennel cough, but she was perfect. We named her Phoebe Franks. Get it? Macy Bean and Phoebe Franks… Franks and Beans!
Anyways, I really hope am getting across the emotion of this story. That kennel was a very scary place to be. It was probably one of the most emotionally draining days of mine and TJ’s life. But we got our baby, and now our little family is complete.
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