Back in October my wife and I adopted a 1 year old female pitbull, Willow, who was being fostered locally. She had major confidence issues because she was tied to a fence post and abandoned, and it was a long slow process to get her back to "normal". There were days that Catherine and I just wanted to cry because we felt so bad for her. Six months later she is the most amazing dog I could ever imagine and we regularly have people comment on how beautiful and well behaved she is. We've even had a few who jealously asked if we would consider switching dogs with them. ;-) Well,Monday night about midnight I was getting ready to quit working and was checking facebook before heading to bed. A friend had posted a picture of a dog looking for a home. I went to the page then found a link to another page and somehow ended up on "Death Row Dogs", a list of dogs in NYC shelters that were scheduled to be put down the following day. To make a long story short my wife and I were up until 3am filling out applications and sending emails and faxes The shelter (manhattan) starts killing at 12:30 and we found out at 12:20 Tuesday that we saved a dog. We didn't commit to adoption, just fostering, but I'm pretty sure we'll end up keeping him. How's that for drama? An 11th hour pardon from death row! We're probably crazy, but right now being crazy feels pretty good! Here's our new guy:
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