You know, it sort of reminds me of Blink, A dog that looked exactly like Simba that I fell in love with at the shelter.
People kept bringing him back because he didn't do things they wanted. He didn't like to swim, he didn't like to run alot. He wouldn't put up with the annoying children pulling on his ears -- when their parents should have taught them not to. So many STUPID reasons to bring him back, because he didn't "fit" them.
He was the sweetest dog in the world. He needed a bit of training, but that's what adopting a dog is all about. I would have def. adopted him, if my parents allowed me to. I fell in love with him within a week of almost visiting the shelter EVERY day. A week, and I was attatched to him. He didn't even have to live in my home.
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