It was a noisy, barky day at the Animal Humane Society. I had gone to take a look at a yellow lab puppy to possibly bring home. When he appeared to be more than I could handle, I turned to leave when I saw Hines (Midnight). He was quietly lying down in his kennel and barely looked up when I reached the gate. I went in and he didn’t get up to jump all over me. I crouched down and started scratching his ears, and he tilted his head up to me and smiled. I knew he had to come home with me.
The first couple days were difficult, even with separation of our other two dogs, because our alpha dog did not like the intrusion. I knew that it would take time, but I started to worry. We continued to keep them separated, and on the 4th day, I saw my “meanie” alpha dog lick Hines’ back. Amazingly after that, they were all friends. We are now a big happy furry family and we like to refer to the pack as our “barnyard.” A few things I found out that made me believe even more that Hines belonged with us: It was Hines’ second stay at the AHS and our vet said that the hardest dogs to adopt out are big black old dogs.