My dogs are my life, and it was no surprise when I received a call from a new friend of mine who wanted a new dog.
He had just started working at an animal shelter, and he asked if I could help him pick a dog to help take care of his dog, whom he’d adopted in February.
The shelter, I had learned, was a breed-specific rescue, meaning it couldn’t be purchased by anyone.
“It’s a wonderful dog, I think,” he said.
“He’s got great instincts and he’s very intelligent.
It’s not an easy breed to work with.
You have to have patience and patience is not a quality that I have.
My first impression was he was a little bit different.
I’d never met him before.
He was a very handsome little boy, with big brown eyes.
I asked him what color they were and he told me it was white.
I thought that was pretty strange, because they are supposed to be white.
But I looked him over and he was very beautiful.
I got a good look at him and thought, Oh, I don’t see any problems.
When I asked him how old he was, he told a story about how he was born with a black eye and was told that he could have the eye removed.
So I said, Well, I’ll do it for you.
After the surgery, he was given a name: “Cheri.”
I told him I’d give him the name if he would only get a little more into it, so he did.
His name came from his favorite toy: a bunny.
She was his favorite.
At first, it wasn’t a big deal.
I put him in a crate with a bunch of other dogs and he got used to the names, but then, when we got to the shelter, he began to get a lot more comfortable.
We’d get to the door, and his eyes were all over the place.
He’d look at me and his muzzle would be sticking out.
He would look at other dogs, and I’d see him look at a little pink thing and then turn to me and say, You’re not a puppy.
A few months into the job, he started to get into his new home.
He could hardly walk, and that’s when we began to see the problem.
You don’t want to have a dog that looks like a dog.
I had a lot of work to do.
I was trying to get him to do what he was meant to do, and at that point, the little black bunny in the crate was the way to do it.
We began working on him.
It wasn’t the only time that I had to work on him, though.
We were looking at other adoptable dogs and I had some problems with the dogs I got.
I told the vet that he needed to take the dog in for surgery, and they said they’d put a camera in the cage.
After the procedure, we got him into a crate.
I kept telling him that we should get him a little black cat.
The cats were so much better than the dogs, so we went ahead and got him a black cat, too.
I didn’t even want him to go back to the rescue.
Soon, he had the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.
He’s not afraid of anybody.
He knows who he is.
That’s a story for another time.