Britt to the Rescue

I have a dumb spot for dogs. Scratch that. I have a dumb spot for rescue dogs. Folks can have their pure bred champions that cost them an arm and a leg and I could care less. Get me into an animal shelter and I might come home with twenty dogs.

Today, I finally received all of Britt's adoption paperwork in the mail and reading it was difficult. When they found Britt she was an emaciated 20 pounds and covered in mange. They didn't know what color to mark her as because she had no hair and more fleas than was necessary. The shelter told me she couldn't bark, eat, drink or walk because she was so weak. This is why I own only rescue dogs.

Britt is now a healthy 50 pounds with a glossy black and white coat. She is happy, vivacious and the sweetest pup I've ever met. I love how smart she is and how she makes people love her and how she doesn't just wag her tail, she wags her whole body. Sure she does really dumb stuff like tear apart my yard and roll in dead armadillo guts, but she's worth it. As I live and breathe she will never go hungry, she will never be abused and she will always have a home to shed in (because she sheds more than a normal dog should, quite frankly).

Today, I officially own the most awesome dog in the world.