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Confession: I am crazy about dogs. I love my dog and even though we’ve never met, I love your dog too. I love dogs on television and I love dogs running madly through the park. I love their wagging tails and dopey grins and their loopy joy over the tiniest things. I love the way they love, so unconditionally and so absolutely without any reservation. Completely head over heels dog crazy, that’s me.
And this dog here, I love this dog. I smile every time I look at this dog. Do you see that face? Just look at that face. Those warm brown eyes, that canine smile… I want to reach inside my computer and give this dog a hug.
This is a shelter dog who found a home, and I am so glad she did. Though I understand the necessity of shelters and appreciate the work they do, there are few places more heartbreaking. Animal after animal, all needing to be loved and to love in return. They are the funny-looking mutts and runts of the litter, the strays, the ones who were inexplicably abused by previous owners, unwanted, brought to a place where they can be fed and cared for. Yet as much as the shelters do (and they do a lot), they’re no substitute for a permanent home, and if you’ve ever walked through a shelter, then you know this, and the animals do too. All of those beseeching eyes looking out from crates and kennels and cages hoping that today will be The Day, that someone will be The One, and that they’ll get a home to go to, a lap to curl up on, a neighborhood to play in and sniff.
This is a shelter dog who found a home, and it’s impossible not to smile with her, to be happy that she made it, to congratulate her on her future life of belly rubs and wallows in the grass.
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