My Peruvian Adoption

Last week in one of my classes, my teacher and I decided to take my lesson out of the class and to a restaurant. We were walking down the street when we passed by a veterinarian’s office. I asked if we could check out the puppies there, so we went into the foyer where the dogs are in the cages. And there before were two Shih-tzu puppies, each that looked identical to the one I left behind with my parents. I instantly was captivated by one of them, and throughout our time in the restaurant that was all I could talk about. I wasn’t sure however if I could have him with my host family or not, so as we passed back by the vet’s office I put down a small (refundable) down payment. I went right home and talked to my “mamita” (my host mom), and she didn’t have a problem with it, so the next thing I know, I am back on the street making my way back to the vet’s office.

When I got my last puppy, I had about 4 weeks to think of a good name for him. But this day I didn’t wake up thinking, “Hmm…. Maybe I’ll get a dog today.” It just happened. So for about a day or so, this little fella didn’t have a name. I had a little list of ideas, and I also was looking on the internet, but nothing seemed to fit this little guy. I wanted a cute name, and one that had a good significance too. Well, finally my list came down to Coby or Toby. So I went to look up what those names meant. Coby was derived from Coburn, which is a name of a town. However, Toby was derived from Tobiah, which is Hebrew and means “Yah-weh is good” (God is good). My decision was made easy between the two then.

Some day I may adopt a different Peruvian, however right now, this little Peruvian is keeping my hands full too.

So here is a picture of my little adopted baby named Toby: