Because Eric and I were both busy with school, we
decided that we should wait until just before summer break to get a dog.
I started researching dog breeds, knowing only that we wanted a
large dog that was less than a year old.
Eric really wanted a Great Dane, so I read everything I could
about the breed. The size
didnít intimidate me, but some of their potential health problems and
their relatively short lifespan did.
I found some local breeders and found out when they would have
puppies and how much one would cost.
It seemed like we were getting close, but I was hesitant.
As I researched, I had been looking at rescue and shelter sites, reading about the dogs they had who needed homes. The more I looked, the sicker I felt about the prospect of buying a dog that had been born to be sold to people who cared more about having a certain breed than about having a dog. I just couldnít go through with it. So, we found a local Great Dane rescue that had a litter of older puppies that needed homes. It seemed like the perfect solution, rescue a dog and get the breed we wanted. We filled out an application and waited. And waited and waited. I kept checking the site and watching the puppies get adopted one by one.
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