I never thought I could love a dog so much. I don’t know for sure where she had been before me. I do know that I looked into her eyes and they just spoke to me like no being ever has. She was in a wire cage with another sad dog. I stuck my fingers through the cage and scratched her head. Her tail started wagging, but slowly. I saw the brightness and hope come into her eyes. I felt it. I wanted a dog. I had a dog a few years ago, but felt I was to busy to give it the proper attention. I gave that dog to my sister. Would I have the time to take care of this dog? I turned away, drove 70 miles away to my home. That was Black Friday, Thanksgiving 2011. 24 hours later I called to see if she was still available, and told them I was coming back for her. I sound like a lovesick puppy, but I could not stop thinking of her. So I walked in, and there she was, in a big pen, with about 15 other dogs. The lady called her. She perked up. The lady held her up, I looked into her eyes, and I knew that was my dog. I put her on the leash, she followed me to my truck, like she knew I was hers, and she hopped in it just like she was meant to be there. She checked every corner of the truck and I started to drive, with her politely sitting in the back seat all the way home.
As I found out later, she is a charmer, and she was on her best behavior that night.