I never thought I would get a dog. I had always liked dogs, but never thought of myself as a “dog person”. Well that was twelve years ago, and boy am I a different person today. Ziggy wasn’t even a blip on my radar when a friend convinced me to go to the shelter and just look around.
As we walked around, I watched each dog make their bid, almost pleading for someone to take them home. It was almost too much to bear. I went home, unsure of what to do to help, but I knew I had to do something.
I returned the next morning and noticed a young black lab mix who had just arrived. Although he had wounds on his head and shied away from me, there was something irresistible about him. The only thing they knew about him was that he had been found wandering on a highway in Georgina. No one knew how long he had been on his own, or what his story was.
I asked if I could see him in the adoption room. The volunteer agreed, but advised me that he wasn’t yet in great shape for adoption. It appeared as though he had received no love in his short four months of life. Sure, there were easier candidates for adoption–dogs that were already housebroken, dogs that weren’t scared and skittish, dogs that had been socialized. The volunteer told me that this dog would be a much more difficult undertaking than many of the other dogs available for adoption.
That was it for me, I knew right then and there that I would not be leaving him behind. The other dogs had better chances of finding their forever home, but I was worried that this little guy wouldn’t. Through no fault of his own he had been cast aside. Well no more. I signed the papers, did the interview, and left the shelter with my new dog. I had no idea what an impact he would have on my life.
This lost soul, a black lab mix with dark brown eyes, became Ziggy, my best friend and the greatest thing that ever happened to me. When people say I rescued him, I immediately correct them and say no, in fact, he rescued me.
Ari Goldkind & Ziggy