I haven't been back to the shelter for quite some time....last time I was there I saw a GORGOUS Chow/Boxer mix (had the head of a Boxer, the body of a Boxer, the tail, coloring, and tounge of a Chow) who was being surrendered because, "She's eating my roommate's furniture!"
I suppose no one has ever heard of training. That dog was just so full of spunk and was bouncing around like, "Oh, cool, new place! Let's go explore, mom!"
Since I can't adopt any of the dogs, and since I can't volunteer there, I just choose not to go. Helps keep my heart intact.
I still remember the first time I went there...I was around six years old. There was a Husky/GSD looking thing that kept crying for me and every time I went over to him he was all tail wags and smiles. I cried so hard when we had to leave him behind.






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