Alex and I adopted a puppy from the humane society at the end of May. Yeah... it's already almost July and I'm just now getting around to posting this :) And mostly, I'm just doing it because Becky gave me crap. Hahahaha! Anyway, here she is...
She's a Boston Terrier, about 11 months old now. We stumbled across her at the humane society, on what seemed like a never-ending quest to find a doggie to adopt. From what I remember on her adoption card, she was a rescue from California. Her previous owner dropped her off at a shelter and listed the reason why as "Other Pet." They also noted she doesn't like other dogs (not true, unless they're super high-strung and won't get out of her face).
It's sad and pathetic that someone didn't want her anymore. She's the sweetest little thing ever, incredibly intelligent, and loves to snuggle. I call her my little shadow, because she wants to be where ever I'm at. She's great at keeping my toes warm, and is always right at the door when I get home from work. We've taught her to sit, shake, lay down, crawl, and the best trick yet... play dead when you point your fingers at her like a gun and say, "Bang! Bang!" I'm basically in love with her.
