Seamus
Almost 11 years ago now my sister, Caitlin dragged me to the humane society to look at dogs I had zero intention of bringing home. With his tongue hanging out of a huge grin Seamus, then Adrien, stood...okay danced, skipped, hopped and jumped in his kennel behind a sign "Rehabilitation Services". Cait claimed this dog was amazing! He goes to hospitals and visits kids and is such a good dog. So reluctantly I agreed to "meet" Seamus. It was becoming more obvious that this dog did not go to hospitals and was by no means a therapy dog. Fleetwood from the human society commented oh no HE'S in therapy. I threw my hands up and in unison Cait and I responded we'll take him. And so that is how I came to have a dog, a crazy, insane, lovable, special needs dog. Somehow I guess that sounds just about right. He fit in perfectly! I miss my puppers...even if he was a terrible running partner.
James was reading pumpkins until he fell asleep last night |
Not award winning gluten free Halloween treats for daycare |
We have a BOB problem...bought a second single to make our runs more manageable |
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