Twelve years (plus six weeks) ago I was at the Glendale pound “helping” a friend find a dog when this sweet little puppy kept staring at me with his baby brown eyes. I knew nothing about dogs and thought it would be a good idea if he came home with me. We stopped off at the pet store and bought some food and a dog crate and then when we got home he had diarrhea all over my apartment and cried like a baby through the night. Since then he’s been to 33 states, made a bunch of friends (mostly human), got his own facebook page and survived cancer.
Happy birthday buddy! xo