At the end of the last semester my husband and I moved into a "new" apartment. In hope that we can unwrap of three-year-old wedding gifts and maybe add a new addition to our family (the four legged kind.)
Over the Summer we looked everywhere for the right puppy and couldn't find one. Then over Labor Day weekend we found the One. It was a little girl from a basset rescue center in Santa Fe, NM. She was perfect the right age, the right bread (beagle mix) and because it was a holiday weekend the center was having an reduce adoption day. The only hang-up was that the event was taken place in Albuquerque, NM (two hour drive from our home.) But we made the trip. By the time we got there the little girl we wanted had just been adopted. We were 10 minutes to late.
Needless to said we were totally sad but we made the most of it. We talked with the lady that ran the center and she said that she had just gotten three "new" rescue puppies that would need two more weeks before they could go to a "new" home. As it turns out the application process was a pretty long process. We had to fill out a form and have a home visit/interview. We waited two weeks and heard nothing. So on the thursday of the second week I called. The lady informed me that two of the three "new" puppies had found a home but we were on the top of the list for a little boy. That that need to be done was the home visit. The lady said that the person would call Friday. Well Friday came and no call.
Saturday morning my husband drove to an event in Albuquerque and I coached our 8-10 year old soccer team. On my walk home after the game my husband call to say that the person who can do the home visit can do it in about an hour. I rushed home, showered, and tidy up the house. As it turns out I knew that lady that did our home visit and she gave us "five puppy paws" and a go ahead to bring the little puppy home. And since my husband was in Albuquerque and had to drive through Santa Fe he was able to pick up the puppy and bring him home.
Our "new" edition is two months old, a beagle/basset mix. We named him Memphis because that's where my husband and I met, got married and because this hound is a good ol' southern boy it fits. We are so thrilled to have him.
