There we were at the local animal shelter. The kill facility I mentioned yesterday.
My five-year-old fell in love with little white Jack Russel terrier mix. He was a bit older than what we were looking for, but he was a calm little dog that had already been neutered, and seemed to click really well with both my boys. So I went up to the desk to get some more information and they informed me he'd already been adopted. Now we'd been there only the day before and this particular dog had not been there so he'd came in and been claimed in record time.
I trudged back out to the kennels to deliver the bad news. No tragic news. Tears ensued and I felt horrible for both of my boys. After all the looking we finally find a dog we like and we are too late.
The tears continued to flow as we drove away. Feeling bad I promised we'd look even harder. So I got on th phone and starting calling animal shelters in surrounding towns. All the calls led to one lead. We looked at a picture on the internet, decided to go see the puppy for ourselves and took off for Borger, Texas which is about 45 miles northeast of Amarillo. This is what we found ...
Per a decree from my five-year-old son his name is Sharky. He's a ten week old dachshund mix and the newest member of the Erwin family.