The photo above will strike fear in the hearts of the following people: my parents, Lisa, Meagan, Meredith, an ex-boyfriend or two, and myself.
What you are seeing is one of “Kristin’s Biggest Mistakes”: adopting Farva.
Why did I randomly adopt this dog and bring him home to our little college apartment Junior year? I have no idea. I have no excuse. But let me sum up the experience for you:
- He had severe separation anxiety
- The shedding…oh, the shedding
- He snapped at a little kid on Halloween night
- He had HEARTWORMS (thanks, shelter in Greensboro)
- He was….crazy.
The tipping point was when Lisa and I came home to a HOUSE FULL OF BLOODY PAW PRINTS. You see, Farva did not like to be caged during the day. He broke every play pin and dog crate I bought. So I got serious and welded a steel door to the front and sides of a large dog crate.
He chewed through the steel. Blood everywhere. It was time for him to go.
I took him back to the shelter. The following day, a family I knew said they were interested in adopting him as an outside dog. I called the shelter to share the good news. TOO BAD HE BROKE OUT OF THE SHELTER AND RAN AWAY.
“He ran towards the road and took a right. He was looking for you,” they said.
Ever since this catastrophe, I have been extremely cautious about buying/adopting pets. In fact, this experience taught me MANY life lessons in general. When Matt and I considered starting a family, I thought back on Farva. Would our little baby be like him? Chewing through steel and acting insane? Surely not. But I did think about it for a long time…no more impulse decisions for me.
There are a few things in life you can’t give back - one of those things is a baby.
I feel confident we will be just fine, but the ghost of Farva still lingers above my head every time we make a big life decision. “Let’s think this through,” I say to myself.
How did a random PetSmart adoption turn into a lifelong lesson? I’ll never know.