[Dailydrool] The story of Rupert's Rescue/Adoption (REPEAT)

[kacy via Dailydrool]

> Rupert was found wandering the streets of San Diego, near the Mexico border. He was extremely skinny and ill with a blood infection. The vets initially estimated him to be somewhere around 10 years old based on his appearance. A woman who ran a doggy daycare pulled him from the shelter and began nursing him back to health, with her own money and donations from clients at the doggy daycare. 
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> On April 12, 2008, I saw Rupert in San Diego at an all-breed dog event, called Woofstock, that I was attending with my 2 y/o hound, Cowboy. Rupert was a skinny red and white hound, wearing an "Adopt Me" vest. Cowboy and I stopped to chat with the handler and Rupert warmed up to me immediately. I called the DH, James, on the spot, informing him that there was a basset hound here for adoption. He firmly instructed me to head home and that I better only come back with the one dog that I left with. 
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> For the next 6 weeks I pestered James about sweet old Rupert, and checked the doggy daycare blog for status updates on his adoption. At the time, we had a brother and brother's dog living with us and it just didn't work to bring in a new hound. Over the 6-week period the brother and dog decided to moved out and we finally decided to consider getting Cowboy a friend. Finally James and I agreed that we'd go meet Rupert one evening after work. 
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> May 21, 2008 came and I could not contain my excitement. I knew that if I could drag James down to the daycare to meet Rupert, he too would fall in love and let me bring Ru home. I arranged to get off work early that day, pick up Cowboy and James, and head down to meet Rupert. Upon getting off work, I called the daycare to give them a heads up that we were coming but I was stunned when they informed me that Rupert had been adopted earlier that morning. Devastated, I called James in tears. He reassured me that there would be another dog that needed a home and told me to come home. I was happy Rupert had found a home, but was so upset that it wasn't ours. After weeks of watching, I was just a few hours late on adopting the sweet red boy. After pulling into the driveway, I opened our front door, and there on my couch sat a big red hound. 
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> Apparently while I was at work, James secretly took Cowboy to meet Rupert that morning and fell in love. The rest, as they say, is history. Today we celebrate Rupert's 7 year gotcha day and he truly has fit into our family so well. We love the big red bozo with all our hearts!
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> Drool to all,
> Kacy with Cowboy and Rupert