|A few pics from his profile on the humane society's website--Such a stud!|
When we went back to the shelter the next week, he was still there (looking as cute as ever, I might add). And the next week. And the next week. And I'm convinced that he remembered us because he got so excited and came up to the door of his run each and every time we walked by. We didn't understand why this sweet boy hadn't been adopted yet. Turns out he was waiting for us.
We sent an email to our apartment office explaining how sweet he is and how we wanted to give him a good home (we also attached a picture hoping his cuteness would win them over), but we never heard back. We assumed they thought the little guy broke too many rules. Then one day about a week later, Boyfriend went in to pay our rent and casually mentioned that we had been volunteering and wanted to adopt the little guy. Turns out all of the girls in the office have pits and/or pit mixes. About ten minutes later, we got a phone call telling us we were approved and off we went to the humane society.
Jibboom (he came with that name, but we think it kind of suits him) came home last Monday and we're only growing more obsessed with him by the day. He spent a few days in his cone of shame, but now that it's off, he couldn't be a happier, more cuddly puppy. He's somewhere between 7 and 10 months old, and we're busy working on his puppy manners. We love him, and we're so happy he's a part of our family!
A few pics from the day he came home:
|My boys :)|
A few pics since then:
|Hate hate hating his cone of shame|
|Being a champ at his first vet appointment|