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The Art Of Adoption-Personal Narrative

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I will not get much bigger than I am now, the paper continued, and will weigh between eight and ten pounds. I like to play indoors and out and, I would love to go home with you. The little puppy did not move or pay any attention to the people who stopped by his crate. He seldom moved or looked when someone called his name or taped on his cage. As I kneeled beside the crate, he raised his head for just a second, and his tail moved two or three times. Mt wife (Joyce) walked over to stand beside me looked at the dog and said, “Hi Mr. Bobo you’re looking good today.” The little guy went nuts, rushing to the front of his crate sticking his nose through the opening in the wires. Looking us as if to say, "Pet me, pet me. His shot tail wagging …show more content…

“That," she said. "Is the first time I’ve seen him show so much energy.” "This is the second time this little guy has been part of our display. He stays there and only comes out his corner to get a drink of water." “Usually he stays there curled up in a ball and ignores everyone who talks to him.” “When someone picks him up,” she continued. “He never looks them in the face and shakes as if he is scared to death.” "This makes people think something is wrong with him and then they walk away.” “But he is not afraid of you.” “What’s with him?” I asked. “We are not sure,” she said. “Physically, he is in good shape, no scars or injuries as far as we can tell.” “He may have been left alone a lot, or lived with a family that kids who teased him." “His army family was transferred so we don‘t know much about them." “When they found out they could not take him with them, they ask us to find him a loving home.” This is the first time any of us has seen him show this much energy and excitement in the month we have had him. Looking at the lady and then the dog, Joyce again knelt putting fingers through the crate to rub his …show more content…

"Well, Mr. Toby," she said. "We have a big backyard with a high fence to keep you safe." "And." she continued. "There is plenty of grass to run around on." Turning his right side to the cage Bobo got as close the wire as he could so Joyce could rub his ribs. Standing up, she first glances at the dog, then back at me. “The patio is covered, and with the shade from the trees he won’t be in the hot sun.” Tilting her head to one side, and with a mischievous little smile on her face she continued. “You enjoy building things, so how long and how much work will it be for you to build a small dog house for this little guy?” “Then I guess we will be taking him home with us,” I asked. She did not answer, just bent over and picked up the dog and held him next to her body. Turning to talk to the lady, now sitting behind a table, I asked, "Can we take him home for a few days. If we see that is not going to work out can we bring him back?" Sure, you can,” the woman answered. "But, it's always hard on the animals, and we cannot return the adoption fee." “Done,” my wife said, "We’ll take him for a trial

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