First there was one…

wp-1448859273645.jpegIt started, for me, when we brought home our first dog. My dearly beloved had Whiskey, our blue heeler, before we met and we’d just gotten married. Our apartment complex changed their policy to allow pets. We picked up Whiskey from his parent’s house out in the country, had him groomed, stopped at the vet’s for his shots, and took him to our studio apartment. That dog brought so much joy to our lives!

He didn’t adjust well to the confinement of city life and we eventually gave him to an older bachelor that lives out on a ranch.

I’ve never been a fan of rehoming, but he’s happy now and plays fetch to his heart’s content.


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