Happy Cookie-versary!

What’s a Cookie-versary?

It’s Cookie’s Gotcha Day! Nine years ago today, we adopted Cookie at the inaugural Countdown to Zero adoption event!

My husband and I talked about adopting a dog a couple months after dog-sitting for my parents’ dog, Brie. When my husband pressed me for a timeline, I blurted out the date for the adoption event.

Then, we didn’t talk about it until the week before.

What we were looking for

When we finally started talking about what we wanted in a dog, we were pretty much on opposite ends. I wanted a female, he wanted a male. I was open to dogs around a year old, my husband preferred a puppy. I wanted a 20 pound dog, he wanted a bigger dog.

Ultimately, we agreed on one thing: we both had to agree on which dog we wanted to bring home. And seeing who we ultimately brought home, it seems like we blended our preferences.

Spotting Cookie

The inaugural event was held at the convention center. Knowing me, I made sure we got there early so we’d have the maximum selection. There were SO many shelters and rescue organizations present. We walked a couple of laps, stopping here and there to meet some of the dogs. We would each find a pup that one of us liked, but the other person wasn’t wanting to bring home.

I remember spotting Cookie from afar when she was in an X-pen, bouncing up and down.

Me: “What about that one?”

My husband: “Too hyper…”

We took one more lap, and said that maybe we’d need to try again another week at a specific shelter. Then we walked past Cookie, out of the x-pen on leash. My husband kneeled down to say hi. She crawled into his lap, and that was it!

Cookie’s Story

At the time, Cookie’s name was “Allie” (we think it may have been short for alligator, given the sharp puppy biting we’d come to experience…). A Second Chance found her litter in a dumpster. Cookie weighed 12 pounds, and we were told she was a Chihuahua terrier mix.

Me: Perfect! She’ll be 20ish pounds.

Several months later when we ran into her foster mom at another adoption event, her jaw dropped and she proclaimed, “That’s no Chihuahua!”

Thankfully, a 50 pound dog was the exact perfect size.