![]() ![]() Gryffin's demanding sense of play time forces me to exercise more which also lowers my stress and reframes my mood. He knocks me out of a downward spiral of anxieties because he is highly attuned to his parent's moods. On days when I'm stressed, he jumps in my lap and forces me to play. Gryffin lets me style his hair between cuddles. But he's given me such a blessing in return. Yes, he's a handful-with him I adopted his anxieties, his health problems, and his fears. ![]() He still has panic attacks, but far more rarely unless brought on by his bad allergies. ![]() He has gradually eaten his meals more slowly since he trusts that there will be another soon to follow. Gryffin whimpers and cries during storms, watches us sadly when we leave the house but no longer slams himself against the door to follow. He was transferred to Louisville because of his sweet nature and high probability of adoption. He tried to crawl into the car of a newspaper delivery woman before she called the pound to come and collect him. In the days to come as we bathed him, re-named him "Gryffin", took him to the vet to cure his kennel cough, weaned him off of people food and tried to convince him we'd never abandon him, I learned that he was found at a gas station in the small town of Mayfield, KY. I hated even putting him back in the cage to fill out the adoption forms-I was a afraid he'd think I didn't want him, or worse, there would be a mix-up and he would be gone when I returned. He kept gazing up at me intently and expectantly. While I knew we should keep looking at the rest of the dogs, this one had crawled into my heart. I slowly removed him from the cage and he walked around with me, hovering close to my ankles. It wasn't his real name (if he was ever given one) but a moniker given by the intake volunteers, which didn't seem to fit his obvious youth. Large brown eyes stared out of a mound of dirty white hair. As we looked through the cages, I saw a ball of matted fur in the back of one off to the side. We had been to the shelter several times and never found the right one for us: relatively quiet, good with kids so my niece could play with him/her, medium to small in size, and a low shed breed. After three years of allergy shots, I was ready for my first canine. Gryffin on adoption day, resting after his 1st bath.Ī few months ago, my husband and I adopted a dog from the Kentucky Humane Society. ![]()
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