It would have been very difficult to get out of the shelter with someone else's
dog. They asked to see vaccination records, they compared where we live to where
they picked Napa up, and they asked to see pictures. I find that comforting—they're
obviously serious about making sure there aren't any mistakes.
The supervisor took a couple of our pictures to Napa's kennel for comparison,
and she went without us. Napa wouldn't get up or look at her. She was curled
up in a little ball, lying as far away from the front of the kennel as she could.
Apparently, she wasn't responding to any of the shelter workers. The supervisor
called us over, and when Napa heard our voices, she came up to see us. She was
a little tentative at first, but as soon as she could see, hear, and smell us,
she went into her Queen of Spazmania routine, wiggling all over the place, jumping
up and down, and letting out great big yelps. (She cries whenever one of us
returns after having been away for more than a day.)
The supervisor smiled and asked us to come back to the office area to complete
the paperwork. Napa protested loudly, but it was only a few minutes before one
of the shelter workers brought her around to us on a leash. Napa strutted right
out of there, giving little hops and looking altogether proud of herself for
pulling off such a fine escape. A woman with a baby in a stroller was cracking
up at how happy she looked.
We had brought Ivy with us, and the two dogs had an extremely joyful reunion,
during which Napa started crying again. Once we got home, we brought the dog
beds out into the living room. Both pups are now totally sacked out. Napa is
on the smelly side, and her nails look rather ragged, but all is good. Very
good. :)
