Now before even thinking about getting a dog I was severely depressed. I would go in my room and just sit there in my own head and just cry. It was my friend Jo who said that getting a dog might help me with depression. The only obstacle is to convince my parents to get a dog in the first place, they never wanted a dog but I finally talked to my mom and she said I could go to a shelter to just look around at some of the dogs.
August 18th, 2016
I went to a shelter called Orphans of the Storm, to keep it short I will just say Orphans. They are a no kill shelter and they have dogs and cats. I am allergic to cats, so getting a cat was an option for me. I was looking at some of the dogs, they were all barking with excitement by seeing me. In an isolated cage there was a red dog with white paws and a white tipped tail who just looked so sad. I fell in love with her, even though she didn’t seem to excited to see me. I saw the sadness in her eyes, and I looked at her name and her name was Ruby. I thought to myself ‘well she is a red dog, so Ruby would fit her nicely.’
“That is a beautiful dog.” an employee said to me as I was getting to know her.
“How long has she been here?” I asked him.
“She has been at Orphans for about a month.” He said. “We got her from a shelter from Tennessee that almost put her down because no one that wanted to adopt her.” I remember thinking to myself ‘a month? No one would rescue this poor dog who has the sadness in her eyes?’. I said goodbye to her, and I left the shelter.
I went home and told my parents about Ruby and how I felt this connection to this dog. My mom is not a big fan of large dogs, but my mom did agree to see Ruby the next day.
August 19th, 2016
I arrived at the shelter before my mom did. I went right to Ruby’s cage and she was excited, barking at the other dogs. I asked if I could take her out on a walk and as the man was getting the leash on her my mom arrived.
“She’s big.” She said. When I held the leash in my hand she went kinda crazy, and outside she was so happy she was looking at everything and me. I petted her and that touch told me that she was the right dog for me. I was in love with her.
When it was time to sign the papers I had to urge my mom to say yes. I was begging her because I didn’t want Ruby to be left at the shelter when she has the chance to get a good home. Then, she relented and we signed the papers. Today she tells me that ‘I had to be drunk to say yes’. I signed the papers in my name, paid $90 and she was mine but I would have to wait for one more day. Orphans take the dogs that are going to be adopted to the vet to get a rabies shot and get spayed or neutered (Ruby already had this).
“Now go pick a leash and collar for her.” The man said. He was getting us a crate while I was looking at the colors on the wall. I am personally not a fan of pink, so I was reaching for a blue one.
“No get the pink one.” My mom said. It was a hot pink one. “Because it’s a girl.” After a discussion I relented. They took the collar that will be with her at the vet and I will have the leash when I pick her up at the vet the next day.
August 20th, 2016
They told me that around eleven am I would be ready to pick Ruby up at the vet. I had the crate in the back of my car with blankets and a toy to keep her occupied. My mom an dad were out leaving me home alone with the new addition, but my mom said to keep her in the kitchen or basement. So I used the kitchen chars to block the exits out of the kitchen and used tape to prevent her to slipping under the chairs and escaping.
When it was time to pick her up at the vet I waited with the leash in my hand as I waited to see my dog. They warned me to avoid the neck area, she gets nervous when people touch that area. When Ruby walked out I stood up and said to myself ‘That is my dog’. I finally after 21 years of begging my parents got a dog. When we were in the car she was whining, I kept telling her that we were almost home.
When we got home she ran into the house and went through the chairs and went right to the living room, a room where my mom said she is not allowed to go. I took her in the basement and she was nervous, really nervous and I gave her treats and petted her as we watched CNN.
When my parents came home she was barking at my dad loudly, my mother not so much. But when either of them tried to pet her she would rush away from them. She was scared of soda cans when they were in the package and when they fell she got very scared.
Now Ruby’s personality is showing. She is not nervous anymore, she is sweet, protective, caring and most of all silly. She barks at her own reflection, and she would lay on her back wanting a belly rub. She knows when I am upset, and she would kiss me over and over again.