Donnie has won a special place in my heart, the kind reserved for other long-timers like Cora and Huck Finn. It really surprises me that Donnie has been with us as long as he has, but in a way it’s been a real blessing. A lot of dogs come and go, not giving me a chance to get too attached, but I have had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with Donnie. To be entirely honest, it might be a little bittersweet when he finally finds his forever home, but ultimately he’ll be better off, and even just thinking about this brings a smile to my face.
For those of you unfamiliar with Donnie, he is the textbook definition of goof. Before heading outside this week, I am inside his kennel, scratching his belly and back. Before I can get out of the way, he goes into a spin trying to grab his own tail. He succeeds, but quickly realizes its part of him. He comes to a complete stop, sits down, and nuzzles at the leash in my hand, signaling that he’s ready to go.
Outside, Donnie is a real gentleman on the leash, never more than a step in front of me, he seems on the hunt for something as his nose is buried along the trail. His attention is quickly diverted anytime I scratch is lower back, definitely one of his favorite spots. We spend some time in the off leash area playing fetch. Anytime the ball rolls by the small pool we have there, Donnie cautiously eyes it as to not get too close; not quite a water dog, at least not yet.
It is hard for me to imagine the shelter without him smiling at me with his tail wagging full speed as I walk by his kennel. But I know he will be far better off with a loving family, despite how much of a favorite he has become around PAWS.