It will come as no surprise to those of you who know me well that I am pining for a dog. Like, in a bad way. I haven’t had a full-time dog in my life for about six or seven years, and I’m in full withdrawal. Hence why I keep searching the BC SPCA adoptable animals for the perfect pet.
And the other day, I found him.
Juice (yes, his name is Juice) is a greyhound cross border collie with energy to burn and an obvious sense of humour. I mean, just look at him. This is no ordinary dog. So yes, he’s probably quite large (I have yet to meet him in person). And yes, his description warns of his ability to climb fences. But that just means he’s smart, right? And agile. I think he’d make a perfect running companion. And that note about separation anxiety? Whatever. It means he’s affectionate.
And can you look at him without grinning? No. I thought not.
Now, the only minor problem is that if I adopt Juice, I will get evicted. There are NO pets allowed in my building, with the exception of the lovebird one tenant wears on his head.
I’m currently searching Craigslist for a pet-friendly apartment while at the same time trying to convince P. that Juice will light up his life too (he’s not buying it). But in the meantime I’m worried that Juice has been at the SPCA for too long. He needs a home and he needs it stat.
So. I’m putting out the call. Anyone have room in their heart (and house) for a big loveable pup? Just look at him. You know you want to…
