While working in the real estate office, I began saving up to buy a pedigree brown & white Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I wanted to do showing as a hobby. However, I ended up quitting the job and somehow ended up at the Domestic Animal Services to look at a Cavalier mix I saw on their website. That dog turned out to be psycho, but the cage across was my 4 month old Charlotte. She did not come with the name, she was Animal #A038458 or something like that. Out of all the people visiting the shelter that day, she kept crying whenever I was nearby. It may sound retarded, but I felt like the dog chose me. I find it funny I brought this dog home because she is two things I always disliked in dogs: she is predominantly black & tan ( these colors make me think of junkyard dogs) and she is a Whippet/Shepher mix. I don't mind the Shepherd part, but I never cared for the physical appearance of greyhound and dogs that are related. Now that I'm used to it, I can't but think she is sexy. Look at that pic directly below, isn't that an awesome body? If she were human she could model.
Within the first month of adopting her, Charlotte found her way into some Tylenol. I joke of it now, but at the time I sobbed and sobbed because the emergency vet hospital did not believe she could survive. I missed my first day of World History in Summer B because I stayed up until 5 am and cried in between passing out. During the day time, Charlotte had to be transferred to the Harborside Animal Hospital. This was my 1st time with this vet office and I absolutely love it now. Dr. Gorman, while unsure of Charlotte's survival, was much more optimistic when caring for her. The experience taught me that I actually have a maternal instinct. I knew something was wrong with her, I administered medicines and eye creams, and I eventually picked off her eye boogers without a paper towel while not thinking twice. That's motherly love. Maybe I no longer have to feel that I would never be able to start a family one day in the future.
