Signs my Deceased Dog was OK, Part 1
In 2006 I was 26 years old. I had been married, graduated from college and bought my first house, all within a year. -So it was an exciting time. " Why not adopt a dog ," I thought naively. I mean we had a house, and a mostly-fenced-in-yard, so a dog made sense. We already had a cat and a bird. So I went to the municipal shelter, naively. I wanted a puppy, naively. None were really jumping out at me as I thought should happen so I somewhat randomly settled on a little caramel-colored and white 10 week old bully breed. After choosing my puppy with about as much forethought as I'd use to choose a dress, I was walked down a concrete hallway of the shelter by a halfway house worker, doing his time 'working' ( very well and diligently I might add ). Another halfway house worker crossed our paths... with a puppy in his arms. I stopped in my tracks and said, "I want that one." &quo