Last week, I got a frantic email from one of the program directors asking if I could take in a dog asap. It turns out the owner died and the dog was in the house for a few days on its own. Well, the authorities went into the house and took the dog to a shelter. The family of the deceased wanted to kill the dog (who's perfectly healthy) and bury the ashes with the woman. Our program director dognapped him from the shelter and now he's hiding out with me.
He's so cute too. He's seriously the prissiest dog ever. You should see him walk in the wet grass. He's like a 5 y/o little girl. Its hilarious. I thought that he hurt himself for a minute.
He's so cute too. He's seriously the prissiest dog ever. You should see him walk in the wet grass. He's like a 5 y/o little girl. Its hilarious. I thought that he hurt himself for a minute.
