I have two dogs I love like my kids, more on some days, lol. I have this mutt who came up to the shelter from the south, she had clearly been horribly abused (I was at the shelter to drop off dog food, had zero intention of going to the puppy room, thank God I did). She cowered in a corner of her cage, shaking, would not make eye contact, she was sick, skinny. I grabbed my work lap top and sat outside her cage, working and periodically saying her name and looking at her. After hours (shhhh, not a productive work day), she finally sat as close to me as she could and I could pet her a little. Then they let her out, she climbed into my lap, shaking like a leaf and normally, you have to bring in your kids and your dogs to get vetted to have one of their dogs, they said, "carry her to your car, we'll bring the papers out to you."
the journey I've had with Bernice changed my life and the way I want to live it. She fills me with joy every time I see her face. And now that I got ill and I'm home, she never, ever leaves my side. There can be steak cooking in the kitchen, still will not move.
oh, this is stupid, everyone's had a great dog. Anyway, while I was out, my mom opened the front door and she slipped out. She never does this, the other constantly does it. And no one was home to go find her. My mother called me, I sobbed all the way home. We've only been in our house two years, she would be lost. Just as my dad and I drove by our house to start looking for her, UPS pulls in. And there was Bernice, who hates men, sitting on the truck steps. I love that man, he has no idea what he has done for me. Refused to take any money. She was gone close to an hour, I am so freaking lucky.