Browsing “Dog Park”

Dear Diary,

My dog Scout, a dalmatian, passed away in Jan/12. She was 14 years old and I had her since she was a puppy. I was pretty heartbroken. I didn’t think I would get another dog.

On a trip to NYC in Sep/12 I came upon a FB page for adopting dogs in Brooklyn and it got me to thinking that I might like to do that when I returned home to Vancouver. In late Sep I started to look around online and came across a few dogs that interested me, including Shabtaab. I didn’t know much about her except what had been posted online; the story of how she was a stray in Iran and was injured, then had surgery and then was looked after for about a year before coming to Canada. She was a dog that needed special care. She was sweet. I didn’t take her right away but I didn’t stop thinking about her either. I kept wondering if I was the right person to look after her.

Dear Diary,

It’s true what they say, “You don’t choose your dog, your dog chooses you”. Lucy left no doubt that she was choosing us as her family in 2005. We were actively looking for a Pug to join our family and happened upon an ad in the local paper announcing five beautiful Pug puppies ready for their new families. Within days we were viewing these adorable pups. All five puppies immediately came to us, sized us up, and promptly went back to their business… All except one. This sweet, tiny little pup with a black spot on the end of her tail kept coming back to us. She was determined to come home with us, so much so that she tried three times to climb into my wife, Tiffany’s purse! With determination like that, how could we not take Lucy home? Lucy chose us and we couldn’t be happier with this beautiful little sweetie in our lives!

Dear Diary

I work in the very, very fast paced world of public relations. Hands down the best cure for that stress load is my dog, “Theo”. If you don’t stop to give him a little love and attention mid-day then he’s there to swat you with a paw or threaten to nibble on a press release (and in the world of business ‘the dog ate my homework’ doesn’t fly!). He’s been my rock in hard times and my daily reminder to stop just stop and breath — and appreciate life is pretty grand…