I’ve been waiting for my dog to get adopted, and I didn’t have a clue how to find a good place to bring it.
So I started looking for a shelter that would adopt my dog and bring him to me.
I found the best dog rescue in Orlando, Florida, where I had recently moved.
In fact, the only reason I was looking for the dog shelter in the first place was because it had an ad on Craigslist for a dog shelter.
In order to find the right shelter for my pet, I went to the website of the shelter and found out that it was the Orlando Humane Society.
The shelter has about 5,000 dogs and cats, and their motto is, “Our mission is to rescue, educate, and care for the most at-risk and abused animals in the Orlando area.”
So the shelter’s mission, as stated on its website, is to help us save the most abused and neglected animals in our community.
I was excited to see the ad.
I knew that I had to go there to find my puppy, but I was concerned about the quality of the dogs and the people working there.
I thought, “I’m going to have to pay for this dog.
It might be the worst I’ve ever seen.
Can I trust a shelter?”
I had to pay.
So, I was surprised to see that there was a lot of money involved in getting my dog.
I think it took me about five hours to find out that I was getting my very own dog.
When I picked him up from the shelter, he was absolutely beautiful.
He was a cross between a Labrador retriever and a Border Collie.
He also had a lot in common with my pup, so I took him in for a short stay.
I told him to keep his ears up and his nose out, because I didn ‘t want to hear his owner say, “You have no right to call me a dog.
You don’t have the right to say that you can’t take your dog to this shelter.”
He was so friendly, and he was doing so well that I wasn’t worried about him getting sick.
I didn’ t want him to be a liability to the people who adopted him, and in fact, I thought it would make them a lot happier if he were to become part of their family.
Once I found my puppy in Orlando the next day, I could tell that he was just like me.
He had no problems whatsoever, and it was his first time being socialized.
I got a little bit nervous, because the shelter was not going to let him out of his crate.
I took a moment to get his bearings, and that’s when I realized how much he loved me.
I walked into the shelter with him.
The dog was wearing a collar, and we had to get the collar removed.
It was just a tight fitting collar, which meant that he couldnt sit up straight and was very uncomfortable.
He loved to run around, and when I got him to sit up, he did great.
He really wanted to be part of our family.
He started barking, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He looked at me and said, “Please, just let me go.”
I told the staff, “We have to put the collar back on.”
I got out of the car, and my dog was right in front of me.
The staff was amazed at the reaction.
He said, in a very sweet voice, “It is my turn now.
I am a pup, and you will take care of me.”
After a couple minutes of looking at him, I said, as we walked to the door, “Now, please take care to get my collar off.”
They said, that’s fine.
I just wanted to get rid of it.
It was about 45 minutes after I got the collar off, and the dog was gone.
There was no sign of him.
There were no scratches, and there were no fleas, which I knew were common in a dog’s crate.
They even took photos of the collar.
I said to the staff when I was done, “What was that?”
And they looked at each other and laughed.
I felt really bad about it, but it wasn’t like I had the choice to do it or not.
After my dog left the shelter in Orlando that day, my pup was in my arms for a few weeks.
He went through a lot, and by then he had a healthy coat and a little body that looked healthy, so he was happy and thriving.
The next day I went into the house and I saw that the dog had been spayed and neutered, which was a huge help to my dog’s health.
I decided to get him a new collar.
He loves his new collar, too.
A few months after that, my dog, now named Puck, was taken from me