I think I've established before how much I value my sleep, so I was not very happy when Mark loudly announced that I should get up and get dressed. Sure it was nearly noon, but I had got up at six to walk the dog, eat a donut, and watch 'The Colbert Report' before returning for some blissful sleep. I was tired.
"Where is this address in Miami." Mark said, shoving a scrap of paper in my face. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, and squinted to bring it all in focus.
"Hialeah, out by the Palmetto Expressway. Why?"
"There's a cute little schnauzer there. It'll be killed if we don't go get it. So get up, get dressed, and let's go."
Before we left the house Mark showed me the web site for the Miami/Dade County animal services, and the forlorn photo of a scraggly looking little dog named Lilo. This was the dog Mark wanted to save. So into the car we went for the hair raising drive into Miami in a pouring rain. I had never been to the Miami animal pound before. It was a bit intimidating, and very industrial in appearance. It is what I think a Nazi version of the Department of Motor Vehicles would look like. Gray, stark, and efficient looking. After walking through smelly halls ripe with the odor of animals and disinfectant, we came to the room with Lilo in it. Along one wall were stacks of cages, each with a small dog peering out. Some were happy to see us, and some were sleeping. Lilo was cowering at the back of her cage, looking very dirty and scared. I gingerly opened up the cage, and let her smell my hand. She was having none of it. I turned to speak to Mark. No Mark to be found. So I closed the cage door and went looking for him.
"Oh my god, look at this dog. I want this one."
Mark had wandered off into another room of the building.
"Okay, but I thought you came for Lilo."
"Well not so fast. Look at this dachshund, he's adorable."
As we walked past each dog, Mark changed his mind.
"Maybe we should get this one, or should I take the last one I looked at?"
Mark was suffering from DPSS, dog pound shock syndrome. He wanted to take them all home. I've been volunteering at Abandoned Pet Rescue now for five years, and though I know how heartbreaking it is to see all those dogs, I have become immune to DPSS. I slowly coaxed Mark back over to where Lilo was caged. I walked over to her and opened the cage door. As I gathered the scruffy little girl up in my arms, she pressed her head against my shoulder and looked up at me.
Lilo will be released to us tomorrow afternoon after she is spayed. We will take the hell drive back down to Miami, and return with Chandler's new little sister. She is mostly schnauzer, if not fully schnauzer, about six months old, and when she gets home her name will no longer be Lilo. We don't know what to name her, but we don't like Lilo. Here is a partial list that Mark has come up with. Let me know what you think.
Storm, Garbo, Ashley or Ash, Mist, Nene Leekes, Mrs. Howell, Gilda, Harper, Miley, Biscuit, Daisy, Wrigley, Oreo, Pebbles, Mamie, Macy, and Swirl (She's black, gray, and white)