Just recently, my family accepted a new puppy into our home! His name is Watson, and he is a 4 1/2 month old mutt, with a bit of border collie, terrier, and possibly lab in him. He was originally from a kill shelter in Tennessee, but was rescued by a team sent out by the North Shore Animal League America (NSALA). He was brought back to their location on Long Island, New York, waiting for his forever home.
On my mom’s birthday, we went to Long Island, our plan being to just look around at the shelter and then spend what was left of the day in New York City. Once we got to the shelter, we were met by a cacophony of barks, yelps, and howls from the first room. There were bigger dogs in the first part, too big, sadly to be compatible with our two smaller dogs, Abbie and Daisy.
NSALA is huge, with many rooms for viewing, a center room for playing, and other clinic buildings. The puppies ranged from strays, to rescues from puppy mills, to kill shelter rescues, like Watson. I immediately loved a small bull dog mix puppy, the name card reading “Bartleby”, but once we took him out of his cage, he couldn’t have been any less interested in us, much to my melancholy dismay.
My mom, however, had found a bigger dog, black with a bit of brindle and white, name card reading “Domino”. I didn’t think he would be the one, but we took him out anyway, and he was amazing. He refused to leave our laps, play biting and nuzzling his head against our hands. We decided right then and there that we had to take him home.
The nice staff lady gave us adoption papers to fill out, and fought a disgruntled Domino back into his cage. He didn’t want to leave us, despite our promises of seeing him in a little bit.
For almost two and a half hours, we waited for our names to be called over the intercom, anxious and excited. We contemplated new names for our potential puppy; everything from book names, like “Dumbledore” and “Augustus”, to Hawaii 5-0’s “Steve” and “Danno”, upon which my dad said that Domino looked like a detective sort of dog. I immediately thought of “Watson”, and it seemed to fit well.
Down the hall from us, a woman was crying after being denied for adopting. Seeing that completely instilled the fear into us; what if we were denied?
After what seemed like forever, we were finally called to the adoption desks, where the woman greeted us with a warm “congratulations”. We had adopted Watson, formerly Domino.
A vet tech gave us medicine, describing Watson’s intestinal parasite that required medication, and his minor repository infection. We accepted the medicine and a bag with a basic temporary leash and a few pamphlets and a pet magazine; and journeyed back home, Watson sleeping in the backseat with me.
Since Watson’s adoption, he has adjusted well into our home. Daisy loves having someone to play with, and although he annoys Abbie, she is warming up to him as well. He loves chew toys and deer antlers, and is losing his baby teeth. He is pretty well house trained, and knows that he has to go to the bathroom outside. He has a fear of cars; most likely acquired from being left on the side of a road before he got to the kill shelter in Tennessee.
Follow Watson on Instagram: @WatsonTheMutt