What I look forward to after work. I love him so much. He's so nice. I wonder, how
did I get so lucky with him? When I first saw him, he was so timid. He stood there
frozen, unable to move, trembling in my arms as if he's never been held. But he was it,
this unconfident little puppy with not an ounce of evil or grain of hostility was going to
be mine forever. I've seen feisty little chilis here and there, but Basil is so gentle and
sweet, it's hard to believe anyone would dump him, especially with those eyebrows. What
gets me more is that I was there to meet Abe, a medium sized black dog. When I spent
time with Abe, I knew he wasn't it. He was very hyper, jumpy, slobbery, and was going
at it on my friend's leg. As I was walking towards the exit, feeling defeated as that was
my twelfth shelter visit, I locked eyes with Basil. He was silently sitting up against his
gate, in a little spot of sunshine, gazing upwardly towards the sky like he was in his own
little world. He looked calm...strangely satisfied yet quietly crying for someone to look
at him. Oh and I saw him alright.
Random but relevant fact: black dogs are normally the last pick of the bunch or not picked
at all. Most people favor white and brown dogs, leaving many black dogs without homes.
This makes me sad, though I've always preferred black dogs. I think they're beautiful and
overlooked. But then again, I'm always drawn to the underdogs...heh.
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