Anyone who knows me has witnessed at one time or another my inappropriate obsession with all things dog-related. So it was only a matter of time before I decided that I was ready to start looking at dogs to adopt. I decided to start my search for a dog by using what else? In the hunt for the perfect 4 legged companion, the Internet is an invaluable resource for looking through photos of dogs, and finding out a little about their background before you bring one home.
I ended up finding Zola as an announcement on a website called Firenze Vivastreet , which is basically just an online Yellow Pages, and through the woman I adopted Zola from, I became friends with a load of animal-friendly people on Facebook, where there are always local adoption notices try looking up your nearest veterinarian on Facebookโmost times they post photos of pets looking for new homes, or just befriend mine!
Ambulatorio Petrarca is awesome. Step 2: Contacting dog rescue people. I mean, have you seen a picture of her before? Should I have one, or will it make me look like a cruel and heartless person who intends on getting a dog and banishing it outdoors for the rest of its life? No, I did not know that. Move on to next questions and mentally kick self for not being more prepared.
In all seriousness, these questionnaires are incredibly helpful in matching the right people with the right dogs. Step 4: Receive response phone call. Step 5: Set up appointment for dog people to come visit my apartment. Spend all day cleaning like a madwoman. Step 6: Conduct interview for dog in my spotless apartment. Show off to dog rescue interviewer so she can see how much I should have this new dog. Step 7: Dog Lady asks to set up meeting with immediate family or other members of household.
Debate on mentioning boyfriend. His reaction was pretty much classic Italianโcomplete with sighing and eye rolling over my impulsive behaviorโbut he agreed to not be an asshole and talk to this lady. Step Anxiously await follow-up phone call from Adoption Lady. When I received a call from Serena, the woman that I adopted Zola from, to let me know that she had spoken to the volunteer who had interviewed me and that she had approved me to adopt a dog, it finally sank in that I was actually doing this.
