The last one

The three Cockapoo puppies were put into general adoption near end of day Friday and by the time I got into Toronto Animal Service South on Saturday a little bit after lunch, they'd all been spoken for. One had already been taken home. A couple were filling out the adoption forms for another while I was there and the last one, paperwork already done, was going to be taken home Sunday morning.

Good thing she was only spending one more night at TAS, because that last one, alone, all by herself in her kennel for the first time in her life, looked like this ...

... and if I'd thought she was going to be alone for more than a night, I would've been sorely tempted to take her home for a few days even if it meant cleaning puppy poop off the floor.

Since last I saw her a week ago, when she was shy and maybe a little scared of people, this girl's personality had already made leaps and bounds into "normal" puppy territory. While it still took a few moments before she would approach me, she no longer ran away every time I made a move towards her. I'm pretty sure if both her siblings were still there with her, their combined bravery and curiosity would have made them confident enough to approach me directly but having just lost her last companion and not understanding where or why they had gone, this little one was a little blue.