Please adore my new fur baby, Ollie. He is an 8 yo poodle mix from the Denver Animal Shelter (by way of a kind, temporary rescuer).
My wife and I weren't looking to adopt another dog. Our 18 yo Italian Greyhound died last May, and we were thinking of waiting until at least February to add to our brood. But, even then, we knew it would be tough to find the perfect fit with our two spazzy poodles (10 and 12 years old).
This past weekend, a woman who volunteers at the Denver Animal Shelter brought this guy to Pilates class and announced he was up for adoption. He had apparently been at the shelter for so long and in such horrible condition that the shetler was going to euthanize him. She rescued him, got him medical care (18 teeth removed) and got him groomed--neither of which the shelter can afford to do--and he turned out to be a great companion. He happily and quietly laid on a blanket next to her through the entire class. Only a dog this easy going would be able to handle our two.
And he is indeed a velcro dog. We did a meet-and-greet on Sunday and brought him home last night. He follows me or my wife everywhere--even the bathroom.
If I sit, he's under my elbow.
Today, it took them a little while to negotiate, but they all eventually agreed on the best napping spots.
And now we have started our own little pack of Crayolas.