During our time in Franche-Comté for Christmas, it snowed a bit, leaving a nice white blanket of soft snow.
Since adopting Elliot and learning his weird quirks, we’ve been curious as to how he’d react to snow. In the rain, he plops himself down in the doorway and refuses to go outside. Luckily, he’s small so we can force him outside to do his business. Would snow be the same way?
It didn’t snow at all last winter, so we didn’t get a chance to find out. When we awoke to snow a few days after Christmas, we finally had the opportunity to find out. Continue reading
A year ago today, we went to the LPA (the refuge) in Lille to look for a dog to adopt. My mom has adopted several dogs from shelters or rescues, so for me, buying a dog isn’t an option. I’d much rather give a home to a dog who needs one. Plus, we didn’t want a puppy. That was one of the only criteria that we had. We also wanted a dog that would be happy in an apartment. It would be unfair to keep a high energy dog inside such a small space.
Our visit was fairly heartbreaking as there were just so many dogs there, and the poor guys only get a short break from their enclosures when volunteers walk them. I don’t know if I could ever volunteer in a shelter. I’m sure I’d want to bring home basically every single dog they have.
We met a few dogs, but they didn’t seem to be good fits for an apartment. Then, a volunteer introduced us to Elliot a quiet, timid, and calm one and a half year old dog. We walked him around a bit, and he immediately took to us. We knew we couldn’t put him back into his enclosure (with two other dogs), and we adopted him straightaway.
Elliot on his very first day with us