Getting My First Puppy Didn't Start Out How I Planned It Would

Getting My First Puppy Didn't Start Out How I Planned It Would

When I saw her, I knew she was it for me.


I was moving off to college and I decided I wanted a dog. Even though I was not allowed to have a dog, I went to the animal shelter anyways to go look. I told them I was looking for a dog that would grow to be under 40 pounds because that was the weight limit for dogs at the apartment I was living in. The man brought me to the back where all the dogs were and showed me a couple of different dogs.

Then I saw some puppies that were super adorable but was told they would get big, so I kept looking. That's when I saw two puppies, one was black with white on its chest and paws and the other was tan with white on its chest, in a kennel by the puppies that I was told would get too big. I immediately fell in love with both puppies. The guy knew and told me I could bring one back up to the front with me to be able to decide which puppy to adopt.

I took the Black one out first and played with it for a little while, and then I asked if I could see the tan puppy that was in that same cage. The man went in the back and put the black puppy back in the kennel and brought me the other puppy. She was more timid than the other puppy, and she would just rest her head in the palm of my hand. I think that was what made me choose her over the other puppy. She was very skinny, and you could tell she was malnourished. She was literally skin and bones when I first got her.

I filled out the paperwork, while they had to call the vet and make sure that the other dogs we had were up to date on shots, heartworm medicine, and everything else, and they were. So, I gave them my money and could bring my dog home. I was extremely nervous to come home to my mom for her to find out I adopted a dog when I was not even supposed to have a dog because we already have two.

When my mom saw the puppy, she called her ugly and said I had to take her back to the pound. I responded with the pound already closed. She told me that I better take her back tomorrow or she would, so for several days I would take Molleigh-Anne, that is what I named the puppy, out till after 5 so my mom could not take her back to the pound. She even called up there and was very hateful to the workers when it was not their fault because I am old enough to do what I want, and that's almost exactly what they told my mom.

My dad was brought into this, and I ended up getting kicked out of my mom's house over a dog, so I ended up staying in my granny's empty house that is now my dad's house after she died. My mom and I had nothing to do with each other for almost an entire month, maybe even more. My dad and I could tell Molleigh-Anne was sick because she was coughing up yellow mucus everywhere and would not eat or drink anything. After a couple of days of forcing food or drink down her throat, my dad told me to take her to the vet because he did not think she would make it much longer. When I took her to the vet, we were not even seen by the actual veterinarian but two nurses who barely examined her and told me she had kennel cough.

They gave me medication for kennel cough, and I treated her for almost over a week and she was not getting any better. So, I brought her down to the co-op to tell one of my dad's good friends who work there to ask what I needed to do because she was the one who went with me to the vet. She said to give it a few days and if she still does not get better take her back and I told her I wanted to see a different vet. A couple days went by and she was still doing horrible, so I called my mom and asked her if she would go with me to the vet, and she said yes.

I told the vet it was not kennel cough because the other vet gave her medication for that and it was not working. The vet just said she had upper respiratory problems and gave me a different medication and told me if she still wasn't eating by a week that she was not going to make it, and that he did not think she would make it.

It was halfway through the week and Molleigh-Anne started eating, so I called the vet to let him know. He told me to keep feeding her and when she got in better health to bring her back up to get her shots, and if anything happens to keep him informed. She still was not acting like a puppy though, she was not running around, or chewing anything up. It took a lot of time, but Molleigh -Anne is a healthy playful pup, and is now 6- months old, and was totally worth it. She is everything I wanted in a dog.

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5 Ways Impulsively Getting A Dog Saved My Mental Health

Those four paws are good for a lot more than just face kisses.


Shortly before my husband and I officially moved out onto our own, he surprised me with a puppy in hand on the morning of our anniversary. Moving out, tackling college, and everything in between, I thought another huge responsibility was the last thing I needed. However, in reality, Oakley, the lab/Australian shepard/collie mix, was exactly what I needed to get back to "me."

He provides emotional support

One of the most obvious reasons is how much emotional support dogs, (and other respective animals) can provide. His paws have been accidentally stepped on, and he certainly isn't a fan of the forced flea/tick medication doses, but less than 30 seconds later, he is without fail immediately by my side again, tail wagging and ready for more kisses. Although he is not trained or certified as an ESA, it's without a doubt he has effectively (and unconsciously) combated random anxiety attacks or feelings of being alone.

He requires being cared for

You'll heavily judge every crazy fur mama, as did, I until you become one. Getting Oakley immediately got me consistently back on my feet and forced me to ask myself, "What does he need today?"Even simple, easy tasks like taking him out to run/go to the bathroom had me excited and forced me to find a motive in the day to day activities. I loved no longer having even the mere choice to be unproductive. Don't want to start your day? Well, Oakley needs his day started, so let's get moving.

He serves as protection

It's no surprise how far a dog's loyalty will go to protect their owner. For decades, specially trained dogs have had life-saving responsibilities assigned to them. Even being married, my husband and I's schedules vary significantly to where it is not uncommon for me to be alone. The slightest sound or shadow from outside our door immediately initiates barking. In the bathroom taking a shower? He's there. Knowing that Oakley is looking out, even when I get carried away with tasks like cooking dinner, always calms my nerves.

He's become something to look forward to

The nice thing about having Oakley is regardless of how my day goes, I know exactly how it is going to end. Whether I passed an exam with flying colors or got the lowest grade in the class, I know what waits for me when I open the door at home. After a long day, nothing resets my mood like walking into a face that is just as happy and excited to see me!

He encourages bonds with others

If you want your social interaction to sky rocket: get a puppy. No, I'm serious. You'll have people wanting to come over and visit "you" (let's be real… your puppy), like it's your last day on Earth. For me, this was exactly what I needed. Getting Oakley had family members constantly checking in to see how he was growing, learning, etc. Not only did this encourage more interactions with family and friends, but it also "livened" my husband and I's home life. Instead of the "normal" weekend nights consisting of Netflix and MarioKart, (which are enjoyable in their own respective ways), spending our nights playing Monkey in the Middle with our new four-legged friend has proven much more entertaining.

So ideally was it the right time to get a dog? Probably not. However, adding Oakley to my small little family combated anxiety and depression in ways I wouldn't have ever thought possible.

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I'll Take A Discount Shelter Pet Over A Purebred ANY Day

If you want to love an animal, then please save an animal.


The decision for pet buyers to choose between adopting or shopping has long been a subject of debate.

But I confess. I believe this is a debate of values, not of opinion.

I have had three pets in my lifetime, all of which have been cats, and animals truly in need of a home.

The first cat was saved and taken in by Animal Rescue after being found on the street. We later found that she had been shot in the head with a BB gun, and the BB was still lodged in her head.

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The second was a shelter cat who had already been accepted and abruptly kicked out of two homes. She was on "sale" because a woman before us who could not provide a home for her paid a portion of the fee in hopes someone else would soon give her the home she deserved.

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Our third was a foster kitten from Juliet's House. After our first cat passed, my family wanted to give a kitten the chance to never have to know loneliness.

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If and when you are looking to have an animal in your home that you can love and receive love from in return, you will never have the opportunity to feel as rewarding as giving an animal a second chance at life.

Shelter animals were brought into this world with no source of protection. An animal in the shelter has yet to see even a glimpse of a truly happy life, and they may never get to due to having an uncertain fate.

If you save one of these animals, they will be forever thankful to you because you were the reason they were given the chance to have a life worth living.

If you have the opportunity to make a difference in someone's life, no matter how insignificant you may think the act is, why wouldn't you accept that challenge? Why wouldn't you want to look back on your life knowing you took advantage of the power you had to change the fate of a living thing?

Two big arguments that support the position of buying bred animals that I constantly hear genuinely disgust me.

These arguments claim that people have their heart set on a specific breed and/or they want to know how it was bred so they can expect what kind of temperament the creature will have.

Love should NEVER discriminate.

Your love for an animal is not true if you bought it based on a list of requirements it had to meet. You are not giving an animal a good home with the intent on doing what you can do to give your pet the best life, but rather with the expectation that it will entertain you.

By shopping for a specific pet, just as one goes shopping for a car, the selfishness and privilege of the shopper encourage the unethical business of breeding animals for profit.

A living thing should not be objectified, just as we humans don't want to be loved for our body over our personality.

The human obsession with control crosses over a very unhealthy line when we attempt to control bodies with beating hearts and souls. Customization should be saved for items that can be monogrammed. Not living, breathing animals.

If you want to love an animal, then please save an animal.

Love the animal unconditionally just as it will love you. It won't care about your family history and outer appearance.

Spread the word to adopt and not shop.

It could, quite literally, save lives.

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