Anyone who has ever loved a dog knows what this story is all about. I have rescued 2 dogs from shelters in my lifetime and both of them have made me mental sometimes but have loved me and given me hours and hours of happiness. When I adopted Samson, I was in the midst of a nasty depression. I had put my beloved Mel to sleep about 6 weeks before and I wasn’t dealing well with my life. So I decided to get another dog.
I saw him in his cage at the pound and those brown eyes just melted my heart. He licked my hand through the bars and I knew he was going home with me. It wasn’t all hearts and flowers. He’s eaten loads of stuff he shouldn’t. He barks at the mailman. He barks at Tuck and Ruca. He thinks he’s a lap dog when he’s really, really NOT. But there’s no mistaking his soft ears rubbing against my leg or his gleeful look when he chews on his rawhide.