When you stared at us with eagerness from your little cell at the animal shelter, what were you thinking? Did you just want out of there? Would any home have been a good one at that point? You were young, but not a baby. Your owner was so mad at you for running around and being friendly that he refused to spring you from your prison. We chose you over the other little dog there, and I am glad that we did.
You are adorable and interesting and unique and frustrating. Just like everyone else in this house. You are super friendly to our guests, but let us know on the rare occasion when a dud walks through the door.
You tinkle on the floor too often, but you are always willing and able to dish out love and affection to whomever is in need. I know that you are always looking for a new home, even though you love us. I guess I can't blame you. Becoming part of our family meant agreeing to being dressed up in doll clothes, baptized in the lake yearly, rolled up in a blanket like a burrito and left for hours, and now... the first dog makeover to include eyebrows.
Me and the internet
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