Nathan Williams
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She makes my dog happy.
Love is crazy. Anyone can tell you that. What they can't tell you, is if it is real. There is no test or equation that can quantify it or qualify it. You have to just trust in the forces that have perpetuated humanity since Day 1. Duo was always a strange dog. The first time I saw him, he was in a playpen. Surrounded by 7 of his siblings. They were all at the peak of their puppy-ness, all bark and wiggle, as puppies are want to do. Not Duo though. He sat in the back of the children's playpen that was his Sing Sing and just watched. "I think he's special..." the lady trailed off. I guess she felt bad cause she felt he must have something wrong with him otherwise he wouldn't obviously be so "special" Did I not see it? Could I not feel that something was obviously very off with this dog? You're damn right I could. "Is the black one available?" Yeah, that one. The one that doesn't bark, nor wiggle, nor do anything more than sit there and study me with wee teddy bear eyes in a sort of appraising sort of way. Not in the what is his value appraisal sense. More of a "I wonder if his wallet has turkey in it" sense. Everyone says buy rescue and I get it I really do. I was on a mission however. I didn't just wanna acquire a dog. I needed a Service Dog. Prescribed by a doctor. This breeder allegedly had the smartest and "bestest" dogs you could find. Not for their non-jailhouse existence but for the ability to train and learn, Known for being smart. Service Dog. Right. Hahaha. If only I had realized then exactly what that meant.
By Nathan Williams2 years ago in Petlife