-hugs LSRD-

Yeah the poem did me in, as well.

So I went to the county shelter with no intention of actually getting anything today... Till I found Midnight... She's 2 years old (Echo's age, pretty close), black, longhaired, and just a lovemuffin. She was curled up on the floor of her kennel looking depressed, and her kennelmate was being a noisy moron. When I came up to the kennel, she popped up, but in a calm way. She loved Sierra, when we went out to the meet and greet area, and was quiet and polite...

I couldn't help myself. She and Echo love each other, and other than getting a jolt from the fence on her walk, she's settling in very well. I'll get pics after she's bathed and her mats cut out.


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roro wrote:
Your physical hands may be clean but your spiritual ones are infested with evil