It wasn’t exactly love at first sight more like love at first half hour. The Oh So Feisty One (OSFO) spotted him on the Sean Casey Animal Rescue website. His name was Roscoe and was described as a terrier of some sort.

In the snapshot on the web we could see that Roscoe was fluffy and  white with dark, penetrating eyes. He was, in a word: adorable. We went to meet Roscoe at the shelter in Kensington. When we got to the small shelter at 153 East 3rd Street, most of the dogs were out.

“There’s an adoption event going on. The dogs are on the truck,” the young man on duty told us.

The adoption event happened to be in front of Animal Kind in Park Slope so we headed back home and made a detour to visit Roscoe on Seventh Avenue and 12th Street.

A word about Sean Casey: they take rescued, confiscated, neglected, injured, ill, unmanageable, or otherwise unwanted animals from private owners, zoos, shelters, and other public  organizations and care for them, and rehabilitate them to the best of their ability and means. Most importantly, they attempt to find them healthy, happy homes.

No doubt about it, they’re doing God’s work over there and there’s no two ways about it.

And then we met him on the big North Shore Animal League truck, along with a host of other dogs. There was a whole lot of yapping and barking and children (and adults) oohing and ahhing at this multitude of small beasts.

“Is Roscoe here?” OSFO asked.

Sure enough, they located him in one of many cages. And there he was: the dog we would come to cherish. The dog we would rename: Stanley…

To be continued…