02/23/2020
Love lazy Sundays with mom. We needed this after baking all day Friday. We are at the Brighton Farmers market next Saturday from 10-2 at the Presentation School in Oak Square. Come by and see us! 🐶💤 @ Boston, Massachusetts
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For all of you who believe in fate, that is exactly what brought Jax and I together in November 2016. I will never get tired of telling this story.
Shortly after moving into a new house in Brighton, MA, where I could FINALLY have a dog, I began to search. I spent hours online looking at the shelters in the Greater Boston area. One weekend after our soccer game, friends and I went to the Animal Rescue League (ARL) of Boston but left with no luck. Nearly every dog was adopted (which was great!), or wasn’t the right fit. We tried another shelter but ended up leaving discouraged.
The next day we went back. I remember passing by one of the cages, with a giant sign that read “I’m JAX, adoption PENDING”, just like the others had read. With a heavy heart, we made our way out of the ARL. But before we made it from the sidewalk to our car, Jax came hurling around the corner, on a walk with one of the shelter workers. He immediately came up to Carli and I and it was truly love at first sight. He wiped my face clean with his slobber and began to walk on his two back legs (was he a circus dog in another life? Probably). Because I’m crazy, I knew it was him from the online photos. I had told the shelter worker this and mentioned that he was being adopted. She told me to hang on a second and to let her double-check. A minute later she returned, with Jax, and told us the family that looked into him had until 4pm to “claim” him. It was 2:45. I told her I’d be back.
We went and got lunch down the street at The Friendly Toast, but I could barely eat my grilled cheese. At 3:50 I called the ARL and asked what the deal was. “He’s yours, they aren’t coming.” To this day Carli and I still laugh at how quick I yelled to the waitress to get our check (I later apologized and explained why I was acting like a crazy rude person).