Earlier I talked about resisting the urge to adopt an animal during my time in veterinary school. It’s not that I don’t want one, but I feel like I barely have the time to adequately take care of myself, let alone an animal in addition. I don’t think I would be able to adequately train a dog or have enough time to give it the attention it deserves.
So far I have been holding strong, but things seem to be working against me at this point. In veterinary school, you are constantly exposed to animals that are up for adoption. Local shelters, foster programs, animals brought to the school hospital, and even our teaching beagles — the list goes on and on. At least a couple of times per week, we get an email about another animal. All of my friends have one or are in the process of adding more to the family, and they all want me to do the same.
My cousin, who takes her dogs to shows, recently got into the field of breeding. One of her German Pointers just had her first litter, and every day I see a few new pictures of the growing pups. Pictures of them playing in the snow, climbing all over the furniture, and cuddling together as they sleep. Every time I take a look at them, I realize if I could take one of them, I would in a heartbeat.
One of my roommates has been talking about fostering a dog, and I agreed to it! A few days ago, the new dog arrived. His name is Jameson. He had been in a shelter for a long time, and he was going to be euthanized a few days after we got him. He doesn’t know any commands, but he is one of the sweetest dogs I’ve met. He loves attention and is just happy to be with people. Before his arrival, both of my roommates bet that I would be the one to cave and adopt him. While I think that one of them will, I am growing fond of him. I’m walking him, playing with him, and doing all of the other things I thought I didn’t have time for. Who knows, maybe they will be right!