Duke, a 9-year-old yellow Lab, was transferred to the Dumb Friends League for medical care by one of our shelter partners in northern Colorado. He had been found wandering the streets and was severely underweight, in addition to having serious dental disease.
My boyfriend and I had decided to get a dog, and spur-of-the-moment one Sunday, we decided to go to your shelter. As we walked through the rows of dogs, one dog stood out to us because of his barking. I made a comment, and we moved on.
After visiting with a couple of happy, friendly dogs at your shelter, I visited with Otis. He was scared and timid. He would not make eye contact with me, take a treat out of my hand or play with a toy. He sat in the tiny room facing the door.
Back in January, I adopted a puppy named Zoey from the Quebec Street Shelter. She was there because she was fearful of everything, wouldn’t leave her kennel, and her previous owner had a hard time getting her back inside after going outside.
My daughter was going through a tough time, and we decided to adopt a cat. When we were looking at the cats at your shelter, an orange paw reached out as if to say, “I’m right here!” One look at this three-legged orange tabby, and we knew he was ours.