Clyde's Story

This is a blog about an adorable Dachshund named Clyde. On Saturday July 17, we adopted him from the Monroe Animal Shelter in Monroe, CT. The plan was to get a spaniel mix named Brownie, but when that didn't work, Clyde stole our hearts. He was living in the kennel with a group of small, jumpy, excitable, Jack-Russel Terriers. When the woman walked in to take a dog, they jumped all over her, begging to be taken out. Gentle Clyde simply sat down behind her and looked up patiently. The second time she went in, he was closer to the fencing keeping them in. As she moved towards him, Clyde's bouncy roommates jumped all over, and Clyde was pushed against the fence. He took it like a gentleman and never complained. My mom whispered to me, "We're taking him home." Once finally taken out of the kennel, Clyde hid behind her legs. As a group we walked over to a tree and sat in the shade. Clyde was shaking, shy and nervous. Eventually he allowed us to pet him, and began to relax. We decided to adopt him.

After that, we had to go through all the paperwork-where we learned Clyde had been a stray, and had been moved from South Carolina to New Jersey and finally to Connecticut,- but finally, Clyde was settled in the car next to me, on the way to is new home. Before we got there, Clyde was taken on a detour to meet my grandparents. We put him on the leash and took him to the large yard they had in front of the house. He pulled toward the road and barked, not liking the mail lady very much. Out came Grandma, Grandpa, and their dog Buddy. Bud was about twice the size of Clyde. He sniffed all over him, but no one got hurt. After some time alone, Clyde calmed down and it was time for him to see where he would spend the rest of his doggy years.

Arriving at my house, we took him into the back yard, just in case. He met my dad and sniffed around, but not much more than that. We took him in got him settled. Over the course of that day, he went on a few walks, ate his dinner, and decided he liked laying on the hearth-bed or no bed.

Thats the story of the day I adopted a dog named Clyde. Keep an eye out for more of his adventures.