The day Juju came into our lives started with a veterinary wellness visit for our pug, Miss Puckles. She has been the love of our lives and queen of her domain since her birth in 2006. Puckles was having a grand time watching all the critters come and go from the waiting room. She seemed especially interested in the big boys, although most didn't give her as much as a sniff.
The visit went well, Puckles got her container of chicken puff snacks, and off we went to continue our routine–until the phone rang. It was my cousin, calling to tell me that someone had dropped off a pathetic looking small black and white Shih Tzu at my vet’s office. Her granddaughter, who worked for our vet, had taken the dog to her house, hoping to find him a home.
Imagine they thought of me, the person who was banned by her husband from going to animal rescues. I am not allowed to visit rescue centers because Walt has this notion that I would bring them all home with me. Well, we have fostered quite a few dogs and a few cats through the years. It’s those pleading eyes!
Well, banned I was, until I got that call. How could I say no?
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