The Lone Boxer: Part One
Ever since Kona was a puppy, he has always had a furry best friend.
First it was Jixer, my cousin’s Jack Russell terrier puppy who was obsessed with biting his big floppy ears.
Then when he moved away, it was Lucky, our roommate’s dachshund who oddly enough, also liked using Kona’s ears as a chew toy.
And last of all, it was Scraper, our other roommate’s sweet little Pitbull puppy, who quickly became Kona’s shadow and constant companion.
Kona was in love with them all â€“ but unfortunately he had to say “goodbye” to each one as we all went our separate ways.
For the past year, he has been living the single-dog lifestyle. And while we’re absolutely sure he loves all of the attention, we couldn’t help but notice that he seemed a little bored.We tried bringing him to the dog park everyday, but we soon learned that it was only a temporary solution to our problem.
After discussing our situation for several months, we finally decided that it was time to add another dog to our family.
From the very beginning, we knew we wanted to adopt. We started our search at the local animal shelter. There were dozens and dozens of dogs there, who all seemed very sweet, but none of them seemed right for our family.
As much as we would have loved to add another boxer or medium sized dog to our family, we knew Kona would be much happier with a small dog.
We also went onto PetFinder to find him a little companion, but there weren’t very many available in our area.
A few days later, I came home from work and found my boyfriend on his laptop. He flipped it around and said “Lookâ€¦” Staring back at me was the sweetest little black and white face I had ever seen. I was instantly smitten.
I scrolled down to read more about him and realized that my boyfriend was on CraigsList.
My heart sunk. In my mind, the pet section on CL was the ultimate dumping ground for dogs. I hated how people used the site to get rid of their dogs just because they had become too much of a responsibility. But there was something about that puppy’s face that just made my insides ache.
I picked up my cell and dialed the number. A man answered the phone and I asked him if he was the one who put up the ad about the Boston Terrier. He politely answered yes and I asked him if I could ask him a few questions.
“Few” was a vast understatement. I had a MILLION questions. As eager as we were to adopt another dog, I wanted to be absolutely sure that we were adding the RIGHT dog to our family â€“ for our sake and for Kona’s.
It was clear from the start that he did not want to give the little guy up. He explained that he and his fiancÃ© were being forced out of their condo and that they were moving in with a family member who had an aggressive dog who hated their Boston Terrier. A boxer, no less.
When he finished telling me his story, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I felt so bad for him! The mere thought of having to give up our Kona Bear made me want to cry, although my boyfriend and I had already discussed that it would never even be an option for us.
I told the guy that I was sorry for his loss. He asked me if I could tell him a little bit more about us. I told him that we were the proud owners of the world’s most spoiled boxer â€“ a cuddly lapdog trapped in a 65 lb dog’s body.
I was very straightforward with him. I told him that we wanted to add another dog to our home for Kona’s sake and that if they didn’t get along, we would have to pass. I also mentioned that if things did work out, I could guarantee that we would give his pup a loving and permanent home.
He seemed a little taken aback, but at the end of the call he asked us if we could meet him the next morning at the dog park. I took down all of his information and went to go tell my boyfriend the good news.
Later that night, we went out and I could not stop thinking about that puppy! He was on my mind all night. We rushed home and looked online for the Craigslist ad.
It was gone.
I was heartbroken. My boyfriend kept telling me that they probably pulled it down so that no one else would call, but I was so skeptical of Craigslisters.
I didn’t believe him. I told him they probably had someone else call that same night and offer them more money. I went to bed feeling really disappointed. Even though we didn’t have a chance to meet the little guy, something inside me told me that he was the dog for us…
Has Kona finally found his forever playmate?? Stay tuned for Part 2 on Monday!